Doomsday Supreme: I Have An SSS Grade Talent

Temple of Stars VIII

'It's been two hours, huh...' Jason thought, sitting up atop the platform at the center of the Stella's temple of Stars. Or rather, this ruin of a building.

Behind him was Beatrice, who sat back to back with him, whilst entertaining the golden ethereal bird that called itself the "Spirit of God". The two of them, full of joy and positivity, created a contrasting difference towards the vast lifeless temple.

They brought out a spark of hope, a glimmer of beauty to its visage. And had it not been for them, Jason would have been more depressed than he already was.

'No, I'm not depressed. I'm just tired.' He corrected himself, looking up at the ceiling of the temple. It was simple, as it was the reflected version of the area below, where they sat. '...I have to say, Ancient people knew art and beauty.'

His thoughts drifted to such miscellaneous topics. Not that modern people didn't have the taste of art, but compared to ancient people, they were far too premature with their design.

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