The Lava Tyrant's fury was the first domino to fall.
The storm of will, charged with shock and violence, did not stay within his Divine Domain. It spread wildly in every direction through the fragile cracks in the World Law.
At the same time, across Blue Star...
In an ancient swamp transformed into the Dead Kingdom, the Lich God sat upon the Pale Throne and slowly raised his hollow skull.
Atop a lofty snow-capped mountain, a wrathful god wreathed in thunder and storm opened his eyes of lightning.
Deep in a dark forest, a goddess who governed life and mutation ceased reshaping the land beneath her feet.
Almost simultaneously, all seven newly arrived High Gods sensed that undisguised rage.
Then a majestic, pure will swept across the globe, as though it embodied absolute order and light.
"The Molten Overseer, the Lava Tyrant's Subordinate God, has fallen."
The voice sounded directly in the core of their minds. It carried no emotion, merely stating a fact.
"The killer is Qin Chuan, a mortal False God born in this world who holds the Godhead of Assassination."
It was the God of Light.
His will fixed on Magic City like a searchlight, exposing Qin Chuan's existence to every new Pantheon.
Across the globe, the currents of Divine Might turned strange.
Shock, disbelief, then grim concern.
The Molten Overseer's death was not strange in itself. He was only a Lower God.
The problem was that he had been erased without a sound within the Lava Tyrant's Pantheon.
That was anything but ordinary.
It meant the native god named Qin Chuan could kill gods without a trace.
"How could a native False God do that?"
"Is the Lava Tyrant a fool? He let an enemy slip into his own Divine Domain!"
"It's how it happened