More Than a Dozen

The radiance of the laws flickered, rippling through the area as the Crimson Lord struck.

Vast power surged and churned, spreading across the surrounding world.

Without a sound, the Crimson Domain blanketed the land, encompassing nearly half the world.

Hovering in midair, the Crimson Lord's eyes blazed with crimson fire. Every inch of her skin, every line across her body, seemed to radiate boundless, profound power. If a mortal could comprehend even a fraction of it, they would ascend beyond the ordinary and become a transcendent being.

Below, feeling the power surge before him, the God of Death remained calm and slowly raised his head.

The Crimson Lord's strength was terrifying.

One of the three Kings born in the Calamity World since ancient times, the Crimson Lord was no weakling even among the Kings. She was an exceptionally powerful being.

And now that she was within the Calamity World, empowered by it, her strength had been magnified again and again. Her power was now even more terrifying.

The God of Death, by contrast, was in the opposite position.

As an avatar, his strength had never matched the Crimson Lord's. And that was before taking the World Consciousness into account.

With all these factors combined, he was no match for the Crimson Lord—not at this moment.

But the God of Death had never intended to fight alone.

Standing in place, he looked at the Crimson Lord ahead, then silently turned to the Goddess of Destiny, Mar, beside him.

Mar wore a purple robe. Her aura was hazy, shrouded in mist. Feeling the God of Death's gaze, she gave a gentle nod.

Without hesitation, the dozen or so avatars of the gods standing behind the God of Death felt the power emanating from the Crimson Lord and acted as one.

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