'I'll have to stay in the Sanctuary longer than expected.' Damien thought to himself.
For a treasure that read fate to put the universe's fate in his hands meant that it didn't trust the chances of the universe's countless other residents.
To say he was its only hope meant everyone else was worthless.
Damien couldn't accept it at all.
'You want to make me do all the work? Don't make me laugh.'
If the universe's current forces were insufficient, then Damien could only raise them into something greater.
It was clear that the treasury wasn't opposed to this thought process either, considering the treasures it gave him.
'Realistically, I get no benefit from these things, only the people under me will be able to utilize them.'
But that didn't matter.
That was for the better.
Because while his people would grow, the Sanctuary would grow too.
