The night was dark.

In the eternal night, cold and silent.

In the cold palace, blood-red flowers bloomed. A figure stood quietly in the cold palace, looking fixedly at the tallest tree in the hall.

At the top of the tree, in the dim ball of light, there was a flickering lamp. The light that was clearly extinguished was faint compared to the blood-red stamens on the ground, as if it could be extinguished with a gentle breath.

"The soul lamp is almost out...... It's finally going to go out! After waiting for 100,000 years, this day has arrived. ”

In the soul lamp, a humanoid body crawled with fiery red lines, and the red lines wrapped around his body, strangled into his skin, like countless chains, imprisoning him to death, burning...... Until his soul was burned to ashes.

"I shouldn't have saved your ......," a clear voice came from the soul lamp.

The looking figure twitched his shoulders and laughed softly, "Even you sacrificed your life to save me... Did you know that every Soul Eater Flower requires a soul sacrifice every day? In the past 100,000 years, there are millions of souls who have died for you, and you have the world in your heart, why are you blindly struggling to maintain that breath of immortality? If you die sooner, won't you harm countless living beings? ”

The light and shadow in the soul lamp flashed twice, and it seemed a little disheartened, and the light gradually dimmed, leaving only a trace of dark red sparks......

The palace suddenly resounded with a long and long, triumphant laughter.

When the long laughter swept away the last trace of rhyme, a sudden change occurred.

The ball of light on the tree suddenly scaled into a strong light, and the entire Soul Lamp was blown apart. Thousands of sparks scattered in all directions, but in a matter of moments, they had already broken through the border and fallen into all corners of the three thousand worlds, nowhere to be found.

"The breath is immortal, and I don't want to give it to you! My way will not be alone! "Ah...... Damn it! A sharp and angry voice echoed over the palace, and a little flickering spark fell into his hair, burning instantly, "My horn! “

With a crack, a white horn was burned off by Starfire and landed at his feet.