777 Throh [5]

Considering every battle taking place on Throh and in its vicinity, not many could trump Aaliyah's position in importance.

However, there was still one final battlefield with this honor.

Yet, that battlefield was the most peaceful of them all.

Millions of kilometers away from Throh, a man sat quietly in the void, his eyes were closed and his form was at ease. His environment, however, didn't reflect his calmness.

Swoosh!

Spatial winds whipped through the starry sky as a multitude of auras converged on the man's position. Despite his nonaggression, those around him wouldn't allow him to sit casually.

"The prospect of Infinity, was it a lie? From humans, it is expected."

He spoke in oddly worded sentences, almost as if he was moments away from an epiphany that he could never reach.

His eyes remained closed at all times. It was rumored that any place his gaze touched would be overruled by desolation.