At this point, there was no chance of victory left.
Vislav had never expected that, after dominating for a thousand years, he would stumble here.
"Naimus... Naimus!" Vislav looked at Naimus and softly repeated his name.
Five years ago, when Sea Blue Whale had sent over its proposed handling of the matter, Vislav, as one of those responsible for the war against the Abyss, had merely glanced at it. He had not cared about the fate of such a "genius."
He had been nothing more than a Prayer-Ascendant Angel. Though such Prayer-Ascendant Angels were not weak, to Saints, they were merely tools.
Yet a few years later, that genius had appeared before him wearing a different face, now deciding whether he lived or died.
The changes of the world truly made no sense.
"Don't be so pleased with yourself. You won this time, but what about next time?" Vislav said.
"We are different. We are Saints. We will not be buried forever."
Vislav understood one thing clearly: as long as Naimus was captured by the God of Precepts—
Then they might still have a chance at resurrection.
It was not impossible.
Life and death were major matters to them, but not something impossible for gods.
In the past, however, most Saints had died at the hands of other gods or some god-level existence.
Before the other side died or exhausted its strength, it was difficult to interfere with that existence and pull someone back from time.
But things were different now.
Naimus had no backing. He had only managed to defeat them today by relying on a Divinity obtained by chance.
"We did not lose to you. We lost to a god's Divinity."
"You may have won this round today, but when I am resurrected through a god's Bestowal, we