The Abyss Creatures and Heavenly Creatures were locked in a situation where they restrained one another.
Faced with a third party taking advantage of the chaos to plunder, both sides, each harboring their own schemes, found themselves somewhat too occupied to spare a hand.
As they watched Asmodeus, who seemed on the verge of achieving total success, some figures who had merely been watching from the sidelines, or who had originally only intended to secretly aid one side without personally intervening, gradually began to feel unable to remain seated.
"Although the division and internal strife of the Evil Faction are a rare boon to us, openly allowing evil to proliferate like this runs completely contrary to my beliefs. It truly leaves me rather conflicted..."
Amid that murmur.
Deep within the void, inside a Divine Kingdom blazing with boundless holy light.
To the devout prayers of one petitioner after another, a tall figure slowly rose from an ancient-looking divine throne.
He looked like a resolute middle-aged man. He could not be called handsome, only stern. There was nothing particularly strange about his features; the strongest impression he gave was that his will must be as hard as a stubborn rock.
Yet one of his hands was, rather strangely, incomplete.
For a deity capable of repairing their own body with divine power, that was undoubtedly somewhat abnormal.
Yet it was also an unavoidable reality.
It had nothing to do with any special sentiment, nor any unspeakable secret.
Tyr, the God of Justice, was one of the stronger deities. The reason he had become a one-armed hero was simply because the culprit who had bitten off that arm possessed special power.
It was the terrifying existence known as the Chaos Demon Hound - Kozuv!
As a ferocious evil thing born from primordial evil