Chapter 180: Age of Gods (part 2)

The feeling of soft grass at the back of my head, and the soft breeze that passes by from time to time, soothes my soul as the scent of flowers spread through the endless field of flowers.

The wound on my body stained the grass and flowers in blood, but no longer could I feel the pain in my body as if some saint took all of it away, and they let me rest on the field of flowers.

[[If you've rested enough, come at me again]]

The wounds on my body from the encounter with the archangels already healed, rather these wounds resulted from training with Omegos, the ancient <god of destruction>. It has been 5 months since I arrived in his realm, and unlike his nature of destruction, flowers always bloom in this place. Well, it's because of his opposite also living here.

[[Dear, don't you think you're going too hard on the boy?]]