"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… I—"
The hulking figure of the Nether seemed to revel in the destruction he had wrought on this dead world. The Nether ignored Neron, and he did the same.
There was no point in a clash, anyway.
It was all over.
"It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault!!!"
He repeated these words so much that one might have thought that he was insane, Neron remembered all the events that had led to the world's destruction and the part he'd played in ensuring it happened.
Now that everything had come crashing down, and he was all alone, he realized the foolishness of his actions—as well as the betrayal of the one he had trusted most.
"You're a sight for sore eyes, Neron."
