Nether Monarch Astaroth's will answered slowly, carrying its familiar gloom and calculation.
His gaze seemed to pierce the vast distance and see the stronger auras of light converging on these waters.
"War God Helion and Hunting Goddess Artemis are merely the vanguard of the God of Light System," Astaroth said gravely. "Their main force is descending. And the strongest God of Light... has yet to appear."
The mention of that god was like an unseen curse, making every dark deity who heard it shudder.
That being was the eternal nightmare of all creatures of darkness.
If Dies Martin's Four Gods Alliance fell, the Abyss and the Undead, each fighting alone, would be crushed one by one by the God of Light System's armies. None would escape complete purification.
"Rather than wait for death..." Greed and ruthlessness seeped through Soul Devouring Monarch Grego's will. His Famine Chariot was damaged, but his hunger for souls burned hotter than ever. "If we can seize that seed, we may gain an edge in the upheaval to come."
The thought struck like a spark in hot oil, igniting the desires and fears lurking in the Gods' hearts.
Risk and opportunity went hand in hand.
The aura radiating from that seed told them instinctively that it held unimaginable potential.
If they could control it, their power would surely soar.
The Lord of Destruction's will roared again, firm and absolute. "Better to take our chances than wait to die! Dies Martin and the others are drawing the brunt of the attack. If we strike from the side, we may have a chance!"
His will swept over the Abyss Lords who still hesitated, bearing down on them.
In the Abyss, strength spoke for itself.
The Lord of Destruction's will largely represented the Abyss as a whole.
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