"God of Wealth actually came up with this method..." Amid mist-like darkness, the God of Nobility opened her eyes.
Her eyes had changed greatly from before. Once, her gaze had been sharp and profound, like a sea churned by hidden currents, making others wary. But now, they held much murkiness and savagery, like a shore battered by a storm. They had lost their former depth, yet had become all the more hair-raising.
Moreover, the aura around her had grown tremendously powerful, carrying a strange sense that she was desperately suppressing something, yet seemed unable to keep it contained much longer.
At this moment, she sat upon a golden platform. Beneath it lay a bottomless pool of black water, and the dark mist continuously rose as vapor from that black water.
Looking carefully, one could see that the golden platform was constantly absorbing her divine power, while the black water continuously weakened the divine power it drew in. That was precisely why it evaporated.
Outside the pool, the God of Diplomacy stood within a pavilion. The pavilion was entirely silver-white and shrouded in a circle of light; no matter how dense the vapor became, it could not seep inside. Even so, the God of Diplomacy cautiously cast spell after spell, forming layers of light shields around himself.
The black water in that pool would drain a great deal of divine power from anyone who so much as touched a drop. He was not like the God of Nobility, whose divine power had already reached its limit and who would be forced to advance unless she found a way to suppress it. He could not afford to lose that much divine power.
Hearing the God of Nobility's words, he nodded. "After this proposal was put forward, the drawn-sword tension eased somewhat. Both