It hadn't been too long since the world of Prasim had been saved from the brink of death. Allen, the one responsible for doing so, had already been offered by Culdra to become a new chief god...
...Zeneth knew that it wouldn't be too long before the cycle of world creation would begin anew. And he felt bitter.
It wasn't often a Cepter treated Zeneth in a way that wasn't indifference at best and hatred at worst. Even though Allen was blunt, Allen was one of the very few Cepters that seemed to treat Zeneth like... a friend?
And yet, Zeneth knew that once Allen would become chief god, there would be no way to see him again. Just like how never saw his most respected rival again...
His eyes dulled the more he thought about it. His last battle with Allen could have been just that: the last. ...and Allen certainly won that time... Allen was already starting to fully surpass him. Just like the Chief Gods before.
He sighed and leaned up against the wall of a nearby building. This endless cycle hurt. Consciously, he wished the Champion from Soltaria had become a War God just like him. An eternal rival, one that he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to fight anymore.
...subconsciously, though... he wanted more than that. He wanted someone he could call a friend... and someone who wouldn't leave him behind like Najaran and possibly Allen...
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...Zeneth knew that it wouldn't be too long before the cycle of world creation would begin anew. And he felt bitter.
It wasn't often a Cepter treated Zeneth in a way that wasn't indifference at best and hatred at worst. Even though Allen was blunt, Allen was one of the very few Cepters that seemed to treat Zeneth like... a friend?
And yet, Zeneth knew that once Allen would become chief god, there would be no way to see him again. Just like how never saw his most respected rival again...
His eyes dulled the more he thought about it. His last battle with Allen could have been just that: the last. ...and Allen certainly won that time... Allen was already starting to fully surpass him. Just like the Chief Gods before.
He sighed and leaned up against the wall of a nearby building. This endless cycle hurt. Consciously, he wished the Champion from Soltaria had become a War God just like him. An eternal rival, one that he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to fight anymore.
...subconsciously, though... he wanted more than that. He wanted someone he could call a friend... and someone who wouldn't leave him behind like Najaran and possibly Allen...