The God of Precepts was perhaps the deity with the strongest sense of crisis among all gods.
Because change was the first to reflect the state of the world.
And his special circumstances meant disaster always found him. Whenever something changed, he was always the first target.
Under such circumstances, the God of Precepts had an acute sense of crisis.
But as the ages changed, as he overcame one crisis after another and preserved the Change Divinity time and again, even the God of Precepts had developed an illusion: things might be dangerous, but no matter how dangerous they were, he could handle them.
Those skilled at swimming often drowned in water.
The God of Precepts was no exception. His long history of success had made him overlook the dangers hidden in these matters, leaving him less wary of danger.
Just like this time, when he had forcibly attacked the Abyss and damaged his Divinity.
In his earlier years, the moment he noticed something was wrong with Naimus, he would have immediately played his trump card and clawed his way out of slumber at any cost.
But now, although he was accelerating his own revival, he had already abandoned the notion of paying any price.
"By all reason, Naimus couldn't possibly have mastered the Divinity this quickly..." That had been the God of Precepts' thought at the time.
Only now, after being forcibly dragged out of his divine kingdom and jolted awake from that false sense of safety and control, did the God of Precepts realize just how foolish and terrifying that thought had been.
"No need to be polite. Just hand over all the essence of your Divinity here!" Naimus said.
After the thanks came a fight to the death.
At this moment, there was no more room for