At this moment, no one knew just how powerful Garvin—the newborn deity who had resolutely ignited the sacred fire and ascended to godhood beneath the very eyes of the gods, before the Dead Three who had sought to seize the souls of heroic spirits—truly was.
But everyone could see his resolve and madness: he would destroy the gods of death at any cost!
Although a deity's strength was not directly tied to the number of their believers or the strength of their faith, one could glimpse the truth merely by watching those hundreds of thousands of Ratmen warriors on the Blood Color Wasteland, charging all the way through the dwindling tide of Demons with no defense, using nothing but lives for lives.
This inconspicuous primordial race had actually given birth to intelligence, and their own society and civilization had already begun to sprout.
They possessed every trait of intelligent life—order and chaos, creation and destruction, war and renewal.
In other words, to a certain extent, this mind mage named Garvin could theoretically do what halflings, elves, humans, Dwarves, gnomes, and Orcs had done.
He could create a pantheon belonging to the Cavens Ratmen!
And the chief gods of such pantheons—
Without exception—
All began at powerful divine power.
Whether they could reach greatness remained unknown.
Just as the gods recoiled at this suddenly born yet so aggressively expansionist pantheon and its chief god, caught between worry and hesitation—
Kaierben and Laeral, standing amid the ruins of White City, had already been struck speechless by the sight before them.
Kaierben grieved and lamented that his friends had embarked upon a road to destruction.
Laeral, meanwhile, was immersed in the particular melancholy and sighing sorrow of a woman.
The world presented before this goddess and the gods at that moment was so