On the southern coast of the Supreme Tower, the war between mages and demons continued.
Yet judging by Yusila's expression, many mages who had studied abyssal demons were already smiling.
This abyssal lord was beginning to look impatient. Before long, it would lose interest in the Supreme Tower, turn around, and leave.
Near the altar beneath the sea, the merman elders also wore relieved smiles.
The spear that had once been the Trident of the Sea King now shone brilliantly, and beside it, a shimmering, multicolored phantom of a merman had vaguely appeared. This meant that the deity they wished to create had begun to take shape. With just a little more effort, it could turn from fantasy into reality.
For a long time, the mermen had lived in an awkward position because they lacked a god of their own. Though they later joined the Goddess of the Sea's ranks, they had always been out of place among the deep-sea races.
Relying on their numerical advantage, the mermen had risen late but surpassed the rest, turning from guests into masters and influencing the Goddess of the Sea through faith. But their long years of effort had turned to bubbles after the Goddess of the Sea fell.
The newborn Goddess of the Sea was unwilling to accept the mermen's faith. To avoid danger, She would not even extend Her hand toward the coastal waters. Even if the mermen wished to pledge themselves to Her, they had no way to do so and could only suffer in secret.
For the living beings of this world, having no deity to shelter them was a deeply sorrowful thing. It meant no protection in life and no destination after death. The mermen in particular were an evil race; if they could not find a god's