He didn't look anything like the man Damien had gotten used to.
His face was haggard, and his skin was taught to his bones, showing just how much time he'd been forced to spend here.
Especially because this space lacked its own timeflow, Dante's body had aged according to his own internal body clock alone.
If that was the case, then just how much time needed to pass for an unrivaled God to reach a point like this?
Damien's brows furrowed.
'His Divinity is leaking.'
It had been leaking for a long time. Dante didn't have the aura of a God at all, but since there was still Divinity obviously leaking from his body, it meant that his Godhood was intact.
But he was alive, and his vitality was extremely powerful.
Damien walked up to him cautiously.
'His leaking Divinity is probably what created all these holes. As for the mechanism that brought me here instead of taking me to the Sanctuary…that must also be his doing.'
