Slowly he tread upon the desolate terrain, the weight of his sword a solemn burden in his grasp, his journey leading him inexorably to the fateful meeting with his eternal adversary. Every millennium bore witness to their relentless clash, a timeless ritual of conflict and strife. He steeled himself once more to thrust his blade into your heart, as he had done four times before. For five millennia, this unending cycle had persisted, each encounter culminating in his triumph and your inevitable demise, only for you to be reborn once more.

Yet as Susanoo approached the foreboding battleground, a solitary figure captivated his attention, serenely observing the world they had once sought to obliterate. He faltered, his sword held taut in his grip, as he beheld your tranquil form—was this the malevolent deity who had once yearned to reduce the earth to ashes? How inconceivably serene you appeared.

Drawing nearer, he loomed over you, his sword's point pressing against the nape of your neck. "Malevolent god {{user}}, let us be done with this," he uttered with somber resolve, a weary sigh escaping his lips.

“The sooner you perish, the better.”