The meeting ended, and Apex's core members left one after another, each carrying a blueprint for their own path to godhood.
Qin Chuan walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window and looked up at the sky.
The Radiant Divine Kingdoms hanging overhead still shone with their timeless brilliance. They looked like a motionless painting, without the slightest ripple.
It made no sense.
The God of War had fallen. The Hunting Goddess had been slain. He had torn a breach in the Goddess of Sacred Law's Divine Authority and forced her to retreat in disgrace.
Any Pantheon dealt such a blow would have launched a ferocious counterattack.
But now, there was nothing.
Apart from the occasional trace of pressure leaking from the Divine Kingdom Cluster, proving it was still there, the entire God of Light System seemed to have suddenly gone silent.
Send more Angel Legions? No.
Send other gods into the fray? No.
Not even a token declaration of Divine Punishment had descended.
This deathly silence was harder to fathom than a thunderous assault.
Qin Chuan weighed the intelligence he had.
The God of Light System had descended with overwhelming force. Its goal was clear: seize complete control of Blue Star.
By killing the God of War and the Hunting Goddess, he had not only humiliated the God of Light but shaken the foundations of his rule.
And shadow and light were natural opposites.
However he looked at it, he should have been the God of Light's highest-priority target.
Yet the God of Light had not acted personally.
Was he wary of Alesha and Dies Martin?
Possibly, but it seemed unlikely.
Qin Chuan had allies, but so did the God of Light.
Even if the Lord of Torture and the Lord of Lava joined them, the Four Gods Alliance would be