He slowly turned around and stepped into the Golden Hall.
Beside him, countless flames burned inside the hall; gold stripped away like water, the ground inch by inch falling away. The hall barely held on, but it was bound to fall into destruction.
This was His coffin.
Shan En stopped in his tracks.
"Slaier, it's time you left. I will let the power of the Primordial protect you as you cross this sea of fire."
He said in a deep voice.
Beside a scorching hot pillar, leaned the god of lies and deception.
Shan En, without turning around, said slowly,
"Or rather, would you accompany me in death?"
Slaier stared long at the King of Gods.
"Is this what you called your great plan?"
After a while, Slaier asked somewhat shakily.
"Other than my death, I have no other plan."
Shan En enunciated.
Slaier took a step forward. The god of lies and deception hesitated to speak, and after a long moment, slowly said,
