Silence reigned as Kai looked down at the kneeling, bloodied Li Hai.
Kai wasn't just a Kai in this timeline—he was all the Kais merged together. He was whole now, and that meant he knew everything. He knew their plans, their hopes, and the war that had spanned across five hundred timelines.
That sigh, those words he had spoken…
They held more meaning than anyone around could ever understand.
Sigh "Li Hai… show me your last struggle," Kai muttered as Li Hai slowly looked up.
Those eyes, that body, that shape—li hai had seen it too many times. For five hundred years, he had been the one constantly kneeling in the dirt, drenched in blood, weak, and on the verge of death. He was always the last survivor, though others had suffered the torment of death too.
But his torment… it was different. Imagine centuries of battling the same enemy, only to lose—every single time.
It was like facing an immovable wall, an untouchable force.
