Did the gods fear death?
The great Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region, Afum Zha, told you the answer—yes, they did.
Thus, even after having its origin stripped away twice in succession and now reduced to a feeble, dying flame, the great Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region still did not lash out at the White-haired Maiden, nor did it accuse or curse her. It seemed to have completely accepted this fate of being exploited.
At this moment, the body of the four-headed giant, with less than half of its Origin Demonization remaining, began to revive from the ashes once more... Specks of sparks started appearing across the violently torn corpse. The transmission of the fire of life nourished the strange matter that formed its body once again. It was like a seed that should have died, yet had once more burst forth with vigorous life.
These two evil gods had gone to great lengths to break through the many shackles on the Void side and come here to hunt. They would not easily abandon this opportunity... What was more, there seemed to be a chance to truly reopen the passage and return.
"What do you plan to do, Nyarlathotep?" the Ice Flame said in a low voice. "Even a genuine newborn Origin Ancestor runs the risk of being destroyed, let alone this half-baked creation... There are more and more Morning Star Levels in this wretched place. Two more just arrived. Could it be that all the Limit Experts of this minor world have come?"
"Isn't that because the vessel you chose has an extremely limited understanding of Azure?" the White-haired Maiden sneered.
The vessel it had chosen for the Egg of Fear was very good, all right—someone qualified to ascend the Scarlet King's arena... How could they