Alex waited for Godslayer to say his piece. He seemed to have spent the past few years thinking about this, so as the being that was once the Artifact God, he could only have good ideas.
"You seem to have forgotten what I said earlier," Godslayer started. "But I am dying as well."
Alex's brows furrowed. "Did the fog affect you? I thought you were safe from it."
"I am safe," Godslayer said. "But that is only this outer shell that is safe. This crystal around me is impenetrable. Nothing in this world can destroy it, which is why I have managed to live for so long despite fighting gods after gods for many years, and failing more times than I've succeeded."
Alex nodded as he listened. He looked at the glass-like crystal shell that covered the black wisp, only now wondering what it really was.
