How strange.
Something was wrong.
The Soul Screamer studied the Bringer-of-the-End Dog, its doubts churning.
During their earlier battle, this black dog had been brimming with ancient, powerful Power of Death.
But now, not a trace of Power of Death emanated from it.
What was this guy thinking?
The Soul Screamer watched its opponent, recalling the past of the Seven Divine Halls.
Through the turning of ages and countless storms, the Seven Divine Halls had long since become empty shells, manipulated by beings from the Abyss, who in turn controlled the entire Contention Zone.
The demigods remaining in those halls had never objected.
Indeed, to survive, they usually chose to obey and cooperate.
But now, at this very moment, the Bringer-of-the-End Dog from the Death Divine Hall had awakened the power of the Grim Reaper.
It had nullified two of its attacks in a row.
The Soul Screamer's wariness deepened.
"It seems you've become an enemy worthy of my full attention," its male voice said.
Then its female voice let out a shrill cry. "Let us fight to the death! Let the age decide whether its master will be the gods, antiquated relics of a distant past, or the vast, seething chaos!"
The Soul Screamer fixed its gaze on the black dog, its aura steadily rising.
It's preparing to fight to the death!
But what puzzled the Soul Screamer was that as its own aura rose, the black dog opposite it tucked its tail tighter and tighter.
It seemed the dog was preparing for the final battle, too.
The Soul Screamer's grin slowly turned savage.
Good. Come on, let's fight like mad!
The black dog saw right through the change in its attitude.
The dog panicked.
It bared its sharp teeth. "Very well. Let me show you that a god's