Fight Me? You Think You're Worthy?

No one knew what kind of creature the Chaos Lord was on the Chaos side.

Judging by his current form, one could only imagine how mighty and terrifying he'd become once fully grown. He had an octopus for a head and a vulture-like body, with no wings but four enormous claws. His lower half was a mass of thick tentacles, each dozens of kilometers long.

Just imagining the thing was enough to make your Sanity Value plummet.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Lord wasn't fully grown yet. Only two of his four claws had matured; the other two looked like chicken feet—a classic case of stunted development.

The same went for the mass of tentacles below. Five were thick and terrifying, while the other three were long but thin. Compared to the rest, they were little more than hair.

What should have been an epic clash of destiny had lost much of its impact because of the Chaos Lord's stunted growth.

After their initial shock, Pello and the others were overcome with the relief of people who'd just escaped death.

"Haha! Imagine how terrifying the Chaos Lord would be if he had another hundred years to grow!" Pello's laughter somehow sounded like a man doing a falsetto impression.

"That sky-spanning body, those terrifying tentacles that could casually whip an entire plane to pieces..." The God of Chanting, Lierla, sang about the Chaos Lord's potential horrors in a melodious voice, only making the cheerful atmosphere even more exuberant.

As it stood, even an incomplete Chaos Lord would have given the Chaos Gods a hard time.

But now that God King Lein was here, what was there to be afraid of?

After a brief burst of excited chatter, the chief gods of the various factions stepped forward as one.

"Your Majesty, please give the