"Nuwa." Matthias greeted the guide that was known by all to be dead with a hint of cold indifference.
"M-Matthias, or should I say, Master Matthias." Nuwa greeted with a sigh, "Thank you for granting my request." She stated before bowing deeply.
"Although you said your request was to protect the galaxy, I still see it as cowardice." Matthias replied with an indifferent tone. Remembering what she requested before, he still deemed it as an act of desertion.
Years back, months after the battle, on the Creation Platform.
"Matthias, once the galaxy is in peril, I want to die and merge with the galaxy's primal core." Nuwa requested with a serious tone whilst facing Matthias.
"Why?" Matthias asked. "Because.." Nuwa noticeably fidgeted as she replied, "I-I need so. It is for the galaxy's survival."
Matthias' eyebrow lifted, and he sighed internally, "Okay." Immediately, Nuwa lightened up as she repeatedly thanked him.
Back to the present.
