In this state, the new Civilization hasn't set sail yet, so it appears decrepit and desperate. This intense atmosphere of despair delights the will of the Blank God!
[Oh, so this is how you play this character! Decay God, although I have never met you, this time I must defend your glory and not let you lose to a lowly Master of Death again.]
Although these words insulted himself too, the Blank God didn't care.
Just cut it out; the opponent is the lowly Master of Death, and he is the superior one.
The Civilization Tombstones stand desolately, infinitely translating against the backdrop, filled with deathly stillness and indifference, as if the end of the Universe and the annihilation of all races are about to swallow the battle scene!
