413 Autumn of Lightfall

Lioz's grievous injuries had robbed him of the ability to move.

He knelt on the ground, clutching Morphedria tightly in his arms.

It was not merely because this infant-shaped Creator would be seized and killed by the enemy. More importantly... the power of authority in his hands came from this infant.

The war had reached this point. The Pantheon had been crushed by the coalition forces of the Society on the frontal battlefield, the Imperial Guards had yet to arrive with reinforcements, and he had also been defeated in the clash of higher powers.

If he lost Morphedria, he would no longer even have a chance to struggle.

He remained silent, seizing every second he could to restore his energy. Yet the entire space was filled with metallic particles of aether, constantly emitting a suppressive effect.

Gaia of the Hidden Society.

She looked like a harmless, gentle, maternal young girl, but that was merely a disguise. The real her had inherited the core of Earth Culture from another universe: cruel, violent, fanatically devoted to war, and utterly unscrupulous.

Over the past billion years of battle, Gaia had devoured heaven and earth, launching mad assaults from every universe and dimension, her claws tearing apart space-time and disrupting causality.

Even after her connection with the councilors had been severed, her Earthling subordinates could still wreak havoc in Haynes's homeland, stepping onto the stage of every era no matter the age.

Lioz remained silent.

Outside, within this very universe, countless God Samurai were facing the Society's extermination. Yet Lioz could no longer contact them.

Within, Haynes—the mother planet of the Overlord Universe and the foundation upon which the Pantheon depended—had already fallen. Most of the native species and mortals who could leave had done so.

Most of those mortals had died at the