"Ethan!"
Sincaro roared, his fury finally bringing forth a reaction. Ethan, who had been overlooking him, at last, lifted his head to gaze at the sky.
He was not dead yet, nor had he vanished!
A surge of ineffable joy filled his heart; as long as Ethan could still sense his existence, he was not utterly forgotten, which meant there was still a chance!
He was none other than Sincaro, the Demon King, the Old God who awakened wisdom in all living beings.
Sincaro began to smile, or more precisely, he forced himself to smile, because to him, a smile represented serenity. Therefore, when his creations toyed with humans, their faces always bore smiles, representing their control of the situation, their mastery over all.
And now, he... felt the same!
Teehee, I must survive!
Sincaro stared through his last eye, imprinting Ethan's silhouette within his vision. Their gaze meeting was proof he was still alive.
