Seeing that they had three Paragons on their side, Beirut said to Hodan, "I think you should leave. We have three Paragons, while you only have two."
If he could make Hodan leave without fighting, Beirut would rather avoid a battle. After all, there was a gap in strength between Paragons, but they could never determine life or death between them—unless a group of Paragons ganged up on one. But where could Beirut find a group of Paragons? And given how arrogant Paragons were, who would gang up on someone? Besides, they had no irreconcilable grudge against each other.
"Isn't it a little early to say that?" Hodan's Fate God Clone, fused with his Saint Domain True Body, stepped forward. With a body on the level of a Sovereign Artifact and a portion of Willpower, Hodan's Fate God Clone also possessed Paragon-level strength.
As he stepped out, Hodan's Destruction God Clone, stationed at the clan's stronghold, burned the parchment bestowed upon him by the Radiant Overlord. The instant it went up in flames, the Radiant Overlord sensed it. Having waited for this moment, he hurried through Spatial Turbulence toward Hell, this Higher God Plane.
Beirut knew nothing of this, and he didn't think the Radiant Overlord would strike in Hell. He had slowly fallen into the trap Hodan had laid for him.
"You think a Divine Clone alone can—" Beirut's voice faded away as he spoke. He sensed a threat from Hodan's Fate God Clone, which meant that it was not much weaker than a Paragon.
Beirut and the others were stunned. Bluefire and Dannington, too, watched Hodan with grave expressions.
"Has your Fate God Clone reached Paragon?" Beirut asked incredulously. That was what Bluefire and Dannington wanted to ask as well.
"No. For certain special reasons, it merely has