A Consensus

"It seems everyone has arrived."

Standing before the grand hall, the God of Death calmly surveyed the countless figures below.

"Foreign deities have arrived and are currently battling the Earth Goddess."

His expression remained calm as he spoke. "We must take this opportunity to do something."

"Your Majesty, God of Death, what should we do?"

A goddess wreathed in a faint glow, with rippling water faintly visible within it, spoke softly. Her face was grave.

She was a Sea God.

By now, several Sea Gods in the Material World had fallen as a result of Garfina's actions.

As a Sea God herself, she naturally felt a strong sense of danger and was therefore very eager to act.

Below, the other deities also looked toward the God of Death, each of them wearing a particularly grave expression.

Given the situation before them, they had no choice but to be concerned.

Though they had once been deities, they had lost their power. Even so, the Source Power within them remained.

Their Source Power, once belonging to Saints, was the greatest treasure in this world. It was only natural that others would covet it.

Those foreign deities had plainly come for their Source Power, and every one of them was vicious.

If they still had no sense of danger under these circumstances, they would truly be doomed.

"The situation is already quite clear."

Standing at the head of the hall, the God of Death spoke calmly. "Those foreign deities aren't very powerful. So far, only seven Saints have revealed themselves."

"That number is nothing if all of you are at your peak."

The power of the World of Gods was extraordinary, and the number of deities it had accumulated over countless years was certainly not small.

Although some had fallen due to Garfina