Looking at the petrified butterfly in his palm, Mike let out a soft sigh.
From the moment he awakened his talent, things had always been this way.
Mike always had a choice.
He could have chosen not to become a potential Supreme Being, not to fight the Supreme Demon God, not to stay, or not to return…
The era of Mike's rise was different from the one three hundred years ago.
Three hundred years ago, humanity teetered on the brink of extinction, always one step away from annihilation.
Humanity had no choice.
Morpheus had no choice.
Ares had no choice.
Apollo had no choice.
But Mike was different.
The battles humanity had fought over the past three hundred years had turned "no choice" into "choice."
It was that simple.
Mike put the butterfly away and watched as Apollo slowly turned to stone again.
He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
