That actually made him cry deeper than he had ever done it, displaying how sad he was. It was not normal. It had taken to reach his limits. Every tear. Every sorrow. Every bleeding. Every sniff was counted. In that order of ideas, he got to regret every instant that he lived inside the realm of sadness. You could actually hear the cries from every universe, every breath, every memory, every tragedy and every sacrifice was visible and palpable to the eyes of the living in that real. That made him wonder wat he could do in that moment.
I should do something about that. Mother was a great woman: the heaven would greatly favour him, showing her how much she meant for me… that said, life could actually hold some values for mother: the leaves of the desert, the peace of a bird, the courage of a tiger, the wisdom of a phoenix, and the grace of the goddess. I knew you would actually answer me. That made me think that we could actually be together forever. She was my reason to exist. That was something extraordinary for the common spirit. Basil said in dismay, complaining about the harshness of life.
In this realm, nothing actually heard him… except for the sad spirits. There was a battle for the supremacy of sadness, happening in the realm: every kingdom had ruled over every quarter of the realm. They were horrifying individual who would split into two to haunt individuals with sadness to make them go insane. They had no horns, but antlers to charge at their victims. After all, they could increase their power levels in a breath. That was more than enough for them to reach the nebula realm… their level of proximity could actually increase within the future. However, there was something to it, they did not have any spirit to defend their homes.
Some of these entities attacked Basil. They were axius of the Axius race. That actually made him breath heavily. This world of temptation in sadness, turning to distress in the infinite. Now, nothing could save him. He needed to work on his endurance. Life could seem father from the truth: he was the eye of storm. Nothing could actually show why no one could show him the best way to save himself from the nightmare… the nightmare of trying to weak up from this dream: this life has failed him.
Basil got to attack each of these Axius, absorbing the power of sadness through his gargantuan ancient kun Pen, making everyone wonder what he had come from. Everyone could hear his aura like a song. In this order of ideas, life could not actually hold him back: it was him being a pussy. He needed to beg his strength and wisdom in the logs to come back. Honestly, he would mock them. HAHAHAHA. This is funny. Basil would say while slashing every Axius. Nothing could actually see the greatness of how good he looked. For he was invincible.
His new spirit condensed in the outside, giving him the divine crown of sadness. This was not possible for any emissary of fate in the eternal kingdom of the supreme goddess of fate. It seemed like lady luck was not aware of this. After all, it was because of her that our boy would suffer. His crown was brilliant as the blue of the endless sea. But it seemed that needed to envelop every situation in the bosom of friendship, taking after the dragon of supremacy. It could be seen that everyone would say: he has inherited the nightmare.
NOW, EVERYONE WOULD OBEY. I am the chaos of faith. The mountains cry when looking at me in distress. I AM RECLAIMER OF SADNESS. BORN IN SORROW. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED. IT IS THE TIME TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE. This life will not kneel to me. If so, then I will make it cry louder than the last time it made cry. This sorrow will never be forgotten. NEVER. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY IN SADNESS. FOR I AM THE EMPEROR OF SADNESS. Your axioms will be negative lost in time for nothing valuable. Basil said in distress, making sure that no one would remain alive.
He practically devoured the whole population of this realm. There was nothing to fight for. This had come to an agreement with the best initiation. Normally, there would not such a thing as victory in the supreme realm of sadness. But to him, nothing was his second to his capacity of overwhelming all realms. This was not normal for him to inherit the nightmare to continue showing the light of his Ying Yang eyes. Forevermore. His power would show this aura to any fighter. That was more than instructive. This was the ember of fate.
As he walked this, he could see the last memory of sadness in this multiverse heard in the figure of his mother the last melody: And if I said I really knew you well
What would your answer be
If you were here today? Ooh
Here today
Well, knowing you, you'd probably laugh
And say that we were worlds apart
If you were here today, ooh
Here today
But as for me
I still remember how it was before
And I am holding back the tears no more
Ooh, I love you, ooh
What about the time we met? (What about the time we met?)
Well, I suppose that you could say that we were playing hard to get
Didn't understand a thing
But we could always sing
What about the night we cried? (What about the night we cried?)
Because there wasn't any reason left to keep it all inside?
Never understood a word
But you were always there with a smile
And if I say I really loved you
And was glad you came along
Then you were here today, ooh
For you were in my song, ooh
Here today