The question silenced the God of Storms.
Yes. How much longer could they hide?
The Lava Tyrant had been shot dead with three blasts, and the spoils had been reclaimed before everyone's eyes.
The God of Light System had been challenged on its own doorstep and had ultimately chosen silence.
The Lich God had tried to form an alliance, only to have his Origin Essence severed and his legion turned against him.
Who would be next?
Him, or her?
"He's like a plague."
A grim voice sounded within the wills of the two deities.
It belonged to another Upper God who had remained silent until now: the Overlord of Plague and Decay.
His will took the form of a writhing, stinking mass of sludge and appeared in the Storm Divine Kingdom.
Then two more wills descended.
For the first time since the Lich God had suffered his grievous defeat, the five remaining High Gods gathered their wills in one place.
There were no greetings, only a heavy, oppressive silence.
"We can't wait any longer."
The Forest Goddess spoke first.
"If we keep fighting alone, he'll pick us off one by one."
"Join forces?"
The God of Storms scoffed.
"With what? Are we going to ram our Divine Kingdoms into that gun of his? Could you withstand it? Because I couldn't."
"We cannot stand against him in person, that much is certain."
Countless bubbles rose through the Lord of Plague's mass of sludge, hissing as they burst.
"But he is not without weaknesses."
"His foundation lies on that continent."
"And those two newly ascended deities are his wings."
The wills of the gathered gods stirred.
Of course.
Why did they have to confront that monster head-on?
The two New Gods, Season Star and Night Cherry Tangle, had entered the Divine Realm,