Ishtar leaned back in her chair, looking at the man wearing a vintage suit.
"Why bother coming out now?" she asked, making him look at her.
'Samyaza' smiled. "You know exactly why."
Despite fighting with six demigods simultaneously, he still could be present here.
Even fragmented, even divided across battlefields, he felt whole.
A being who is omnipresent.
Ishtar exhaled slowly, tapping her fingers against the armrest.
She studied him for a moment, then leaned forward. "You're getting desperate."
Samyaza's smile didn't waver. "Am I?"
Her lips curved. "A godkiller running around for nothing? If you weren't desperate, you'd still be watching from the shadows."
Samyaza tilted his head. "Or maybe I'm just bored."
"Bored enough to throw away everything?" Ishtar asked, looking at him.
Samyaza smiled as he looked towards his side. "I don't have anything to lose."
As they both sat on a hill of a mountain, the whole city was clearly visible.
