There were only a handful of people in this world who could control a Seven-Star Fiend's soul. That kind of power could decide the outcome of a Plane War, and winning ten Plane Wars in a row earned a Willpower reward. The Sovereigns wouldn't let Mos come to harm easily.
Unless the person was a Paragon—but Hodan had no desire to become someone's lackey.
Before long, Mos Bagshaw arrived. Although Mos and Hodan had never met, Mos's powerful soul immediately told him what kind of people he was facing: Paragons—and two of them, no less.
Facing two Paragons at once was even more despairing than facing one. That was exactly how Mos felt. What frustrated him, though, was that he had no idea when he'd managed to offend two Paragons. He'd never met either of them before. He'd made a point of seeing every Paragon's likeness so his clan wouldn't provoke those invincible gods.
Could some enemy from the distant past, one he'd forgotten about, have reached Paragon and returned for revenge? And had two come at once? That silver-haired kid beside them was at least on the threshold of Asura, wasn't he? Did he really have that many enemies with such potential? Questions filled Mos's mind.
"May I ask who you two gentlemen are? I'm Mos Bagshaw." Mos Bagshaw bowed.
Everyone who knew Mos Bagshaw was astonished to see him bow as well.
Hodan nodded calmly. "I'm Hodan. These two are my big brother, Huoxie, and Silvermoon Fiend!"
Since Hodan had asked Huoxie and the others for help this time, he would handle any matters that came up. Huoxie was happy to take it easy. He'd lived long enough to see everything, and he'd long since stopped caring about such formalities. Relaxing with a little wine was much more