As the connection points between the two dimensions continued to expand, Dark Magic and White Magic—two powers with completely opposing attributes—collided like water and fire, constantly eroding and consuming one another.
In the end, they even broke through the barriers between them and continuously drew closer, triggering even fiercer clashes.
It looked as though they were about to end in mutual destruction.
Under normal circumstances, whether it was the three Demon Gods who controlled the Vishanti or Chthon, they would have done everything possible to avoid such catastrophic consequences.
But now, under Allen's deliberate provocation, both sides believed the other had launched the attack first and that they were merely defending themselves, so neither had any intention of stopping.
When the overlap between the dimensions exceeded twenty-five percent—one quarter—someone finally noticed that something was wrong.
After all, massive amounts of mixed energy and matter were vanishing into thin air. Anyone who was not an idiot could tell there was a problem.
Moreover, the three connection points were steadily pulling the two dimensions closer together, as though some unseen force was controlling them.
"I think we should call a temporary truce and figure out what's going on. What do you think?"
Chthon was the first to withdraw from the battle. Narrowing his eyes, he warily watched Hogarth, Agamotto, and Oshiet as he made the suggestion.
Oshiet in particular, who held absolute leadership within the Vishanti, was originally one of the Old Gods born on Earth. She was also known as the Lady of Light of Dawn, as well as Agamotto's mother and creator.
Since Chthon had known her long ago and regarded her as an enemy, he understood her way of thinking very well.
"A truce? Wasn't this war started by you?"
Before Oshiet could speak, Hogarth, with his tiger head,