Naimus had grown far too quickly.
Even counting all the time spent under various temporal accelerations, Naimus could not have experienced more than a hundred years.
From an ordinary Paladin to being sacrificed into a Prayer-Ascendant Angel.
From falling into the Abyss and becoming a Variant Demon to becoming a Demon Lord.
Naimus's growth far exceeded normal comprehension. In just a few short years, he had traveled a path that took most gods thousands or tens of thousands of years to complete.
Which of the other Demon Princes had not spent countless years refining themselves at the rank of Demon Lord, verifying the rules they had reconstructed time and again, even conducting all kinds of experiments on themselves before beginning to reconstruct those rules, connect them to the world, and contend with the gods for the right to interpret and control them?
Naimus had grown too quickly. Although he had not strayed from the main path or taken a wrong turn,
the lack of detail made him seem somewhat unstable.
The Moon God watched all this. Though worried, They still stood steadily before Naimus, mobilizing the Prayer-Ascendant Angels to block the attacks for him before counterattacking the God of Precepts.
Since They had made a choice, They had to continue down that path.
This was not merely faith in Naimus, but faith that They had not made the wrong choice.
Cold moonlight poured down, reflecting all kinds of power before gradually forming into an ocean.
Above that ocean hung a bright moon.
That moon was reflected upon the sea, while another identical moon hung above it.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would discover that the ocean was not an ocean at all, but everything.
Earth, wind, water, fire, life and death, causality and concepts, fate and Source Essence.
It was