Because it did not want its creations to witness its failure.
But Ethan.
Many figures appeared around him.
A tall male radiating a golden light, a youth with a pompadour resembling a rebellious teenager, a woman who looked exactly like Lindong, a blue-haired literary girl, and a small yellow potato with only its head sticking out of the ground. They were not at all sad about the impending demise of Ethan, but gathered together whispering.
"He said that we're about to be trapped here with no way out."
The small yellow potato pointed around, "There's nothing left here, so can't we create whatever we want?"
Sincaro looked down at the figure on the ground. His energy had not yet dissipated, but there was nothing left around him.
Eventually, even Ethan's gaze moved away from him.
Death became a prolonged process.
