Once he died in battle!
The war between the gods would already be over.
There would be no point in continuing.
Whether the other side coveted the throne of the One God or the so-called Star Cup was their business. Even Arteshu had the feeling that the existence that frightened even him might not care about that tiny conceptual device.
But no matter what!
Surrendering was still better than fighting to the bitter end, right?
How laughable...
He was clearly a War God, born for battle.
Yet in the end, he had still begun to consider retreating.
Although what he hoped would retreat was not himself, but the children...
But!
So what?!
Once that thought appeared,
it spread uncontrollably.
Like a haze, it weighed down his heart.
From the instant that thought had appeared, he had already lost!
Everything he was supposedly looking forward to now was nothing more than... seeking liberation in the truest sense.
In the wars between the gods of old, the many gods had risen together.
He had felt genuinely happy!
But later...
Loneliness. Solitude.
Perhaps the meaning of his existence had long since been lost.
Even so!
No matter what!
Even if it meant burning everything away in the end.
"Let me cut loose and revel in it one last time!"
"Unknown life-forms... unknown, supreme throne!"
"..."
War God Altesch disdained ambushes, surprise attacks, and every other improper act he disliked.
Even in war, he would stand openly and grandly, as though laying out his formation, imposing and overbearing.
Thus.
Almost all of Disboard heard the War God's declaration.
The Lawgivers who had descended from the Ark wore different expressions, but they were neither tense nor afraid.
Instead, the people who had originally lived in the world of No Game No Life Zero—whether on Disboard