Grewu paused and looked toward the Lord of No Flame, who was locked in battle with Bobota, his eyes full of confusion. "I heard Lord Orucia say that the avatars the Lord of No Flame creates now can already reach a level close to a Demon Lord. If combined with the authority of a Demon God, they can even defeat a Demon Lord!"
"But this Demon God avatar seems much weaker than that. Why is that?"
"Could it be that He, like us, ran into some mishap in the void?" Grewu muttered softly.
Grewu had merely been venting about the string of misfortunes they had suffered in the void, yet he did not know that, in a sense, he had actually guessed right.
It was only that what the Lord of No Flame had encountered in the void was not an accident, but the lingering, unquenched aftermath of the calamity curse...
However, whether this was the Demon God's true body or an avatar, whether His strength stood at its peak or in a trough, was not something Angel and Grewu could comment upon.
To them, it was all the same—a towering mountain they could not surmount.
At present, the only one here who could contend with that mountain was Bobota.
Yet Bobota had been suppressed and beaten from beginning to end. This situation caused Angel's mood to sink ever deeper.
Angel looked toward the distant Orucia. In truth, the root of this disaster was still that Bobota had taken Orucia away. If Bobota had merely swept away the Origin Fire from Orucia's body back then, perhaps this catastrophe could have been avoided.
However, Bobota must have long planned to sacrifice Orucia to the Lord of Profundity, so there was no such thing as "if." The situation before them might have