"Ts!"
Amid the electric crackle, Attila abruptly swung the three-colored Light Sword, pointing it toward Ereshkigal.
At the same time, waves of destruction surged from Attila, making the entire Underworld tremble and shudder repeatedly.
This sight made Ereshkigal's heart clench after she dodged that strike, while Ishtar, hiding inside Luo Zhen's clothes, inwardly called Attila a monster.
That was because the waves of destruction radiating from Attila had already affected the very existence of the Underworld.
What was called destruction was actually Attila's inherent ability to deal super-effective damage to civilization and the world. It was not some other kind of power.
With this ability, Attila's power itself was something specifically meant to destroy civilization and annihilate worlds.
The Underworld was not merely a world of the dead. It was also a kingdom built by the gods—a civilization belonging solely to the dead.
Under such circumstances, Attila's destruction was practically the natural nemesis of the Underworld. If Attila's power were as mighty as it had been in the past, that single strike alone would have been enough to destroy the entire Underworld.
In such a situation, how could Ishtar and Ereshkigal, both true goddesses, not feel a shiver of fear?
Ereshkigal in particular wore an unprecedentedly grave expression.
"Are you going to strike at us gods again, Sefar?"
Ereshkigal actually shouted out this question.
Sefar.
Aside from Gilgamesh, someone else had appeared who addressed Attila by that name.
This time, however, Attila no longer wavered as she had before. Or rather, she had already prepared herself mentally.
There was no other way.
"No matter what, from the moment I formed a contract with this human, I had already decided that this 'incarnation' would be at his disposal."
Attila spoke in her usual cold tone, though it carried an imperceptible sorrow.