An old man leaning on a walking stick walked out from the Netherworld Race with an apathetic smile on his face. Due to his breathing technique, there was a thin layer of black mist outside his body.
"Young man, it's good to have confidence, but being overly conceited is stupid. Having an evolver like you on this declining planet can be considered to be a peculiarity, too. This made me recall the resplendent era of those asters from ancient times. The youngsters from this planet were very breathtaking because they kept our Netherworld Race's golden generation under control to the point that it was practically suffocating. But what happened in the end? Yes, the so-called brilliance of the asters become meteors in the end. Such dazzling light temporarily illuminated that era, but they only shone for that brief moment in time before fading away in the end," said the old man. He took his time to speak and was relatively calm as he did so.
