...The slaughter continued. The panicked gods scattered like lambs awaiting slaughter beneath the beast's fangs.
They wailed and wept, their twisted faces filled with despair and fear!
Once, they too had ruled this land. Behind every name lay a string of brilliant legends, yet in today's story, they were all merely supporting characters.
"We can't hold them back!" Apollo, drenched in blood, had already retreated to the villa's front entrance.
Six of the seven strings on his lyre had snapped, leaving only one. The golden arrows in the quiver on his back had long since been spent. Yet that was not the most despairing part—the most despairing part was that his opponent had not suffered so much as a scratch!
Apollo was not the only one. God of Electricity, Hades, God of Firearms, and the others who had stayed behind to cover the retreat were also in a miserable state. Perhaps the only consolation was that, with them holding the line, most of the other gods had already evacuated safely.
Hades gripped the broken staff in his hand and spoke up. "We have to destroy the passage. Otherwise, if he enters the new world too, everything will be over."
"Perhaps... we can use explosives to blow up the villa, but I need some time to set things up," the God of Chemistry suggested.
Before he had even finished speaking, the little mustached man standing nearby suddenly said, "Leave it to me. You're all close to your limits too. Hurry up and evacuate. Don't make meaningless sacrifices."
The moment he said that, Apollo and the others all breathed a sigh of relief. No one understood their own condition better than they did. Just as the little mustached man had said, they were indeed at the end of their strength. The only