"...I really don't understand why you had your followers go to war with the followers of the Goddess of Wealth." Deep within the divine kingdom of the Human Pantheon, in a pavilion beside a terrifying black pool capable of dissolving divine power, the God of Diplomacy asked in confusion.
At the center of the black pool, the spot where the God of Nobility sat had become a thin sheet of ice, while she herself was sealed within solid frost. Golden divine power continuously seeped out from the ice, counteracting the black pool and turning into grayish-white vapor.
From within the vapor came a slow voice. "This is... necessary... to purify... faith..."
"Purify faith? Hasn't your faith already been purified considerably?"
"Not enough."
"This still isn't enough?" The God of Diplomacy looked at the pool, whose inky-black waters had visibly dropped by a great deal.
This was demonic water refined from high-ranking demons through a complicated process that consumed vast resources. It could effectively dissolve the impure divine power accumulated upon a god, preparing them to challenge greater divine power. No one knew how much time and effort had gone into this pool. Back then, a god of the Human Pantheon had even died in the Abyss because of it...
But it was all worth it.
The former God of Guardians, the God of Heroes, and even the current God of Nobility had all relied on this pool of demonic water to purify their divine power, reactivating the divinity once shackled by faith and greatly increasing their chances of challenging greater divine power.
Why had the gods of the Human Pantheon repeatedly succeeded in challenging greater divine power despite their accumulations clearly being insufficient? This had always been a great mystery, and the answer to that mystery was this pool of