"Sovok, you truly are not dead."
Primordial Key Seth's face bore an expression of disbelief, yet also an inevitability.
Even though he had long harbored resentment towards Sovok, the Original Elf King, often cursing and scorning him, anyone capable of becoming a deity was no ordinary being.
Hearing Seth's voice, Sovok laughed once more.
This manifestation of the Original Elf King, formed from dark mist, showed no signs of malevolence.
His face bore a gentle smile, and with the inherent delicate features of an Elf, it was difficult to harbor negative feelings towards him.
It even felt familiar, almost inviting.
"My old friend, after all these long years since our last encounter, have you truly been so eager for my demise?" Sovok mused.
"Remember, it was I who brought you out to witness the world's splendor. And yet, now you plot my death. It's so heart-wrenching, old friend."
