“That many?”
[It hasn't been long since they started trampling on worlds. But they are acting very zealously. 12 years. That's how long it took for 258 stars to fall.]
It meant that even while he was being born and raised on Earth, worlds had been disappearing one by one.
Taesan grimaced.
“Why.”
[I don't know either. The defeated are struggling unsightly, so what reason is there for me to guess their motives?]
Lucifer scoffed.
His face showed contempt for the beings called the Ancient Gods. It was clear they hated each other.
[But I have a guess.]
“...And what is that?”
[That they hate us.]
For a moment, Taesan didn't understand. It was hard to believe that hating the gods was a reason to trample on worlds. Besides, Earth was a world where no particular god was apparent.
Lucifer resolved his confusion.
[They hate us. And we have settled in the Labyrinth. And adventurers enter the Labyrinth from their respective worlds.]
“...They want to trample on worlds worthy of entering the Labyrinth?”
[Doesn't it sound plausible?]
Lucifer shrugged.
[This is all just speculation on my part. I won't know for sure unless I go and ask them myself.]
“But the possibility is high.”
Taesan fell silent. To think that the collapse of his world, of Earth, was due to a power struggle among gods. In the silence, Lucifer spoke.
[Do you resent us?]