Having completely evolved into a calamity god, the Storm God now understood that he had never had any way out from the very beginning. From the start, he had been destined to die. All his efforts and every achievement he attained would ultimately point toward the fruit of the world's destruction.
In other words, this was the Storm God's predetermined fate. Everything had seemed to be his choice, yet in reality, it had all been decided from the very beginning.
Yet at a time like this, the Storm God did not care much about that. All he cared about was whether he could win once with this power.
His consciousness was rapidly fading, but the Storm God desperately watched to see whether his final attack after ascending could defeat Naimus.
At this moment, Naimus and the Sun God gradually became one.
In the eyes of the Storm God, a true calamity god, they were both merely outsiders who had unexpectedly entered this deadlocked situation.
They were the same.
"Just once!"
"Just once, let me, this predetermined number, defeat this outsider..."
"Just... once!!!" The surging conviction turned into sparks at this moment, and into wind.
Ever since he had first encountered the Sun God, the Storm God had never won.
Since the Mythic Age, when he had only had a minor conflict with the Sun God,
to the later Golden Age, when the Sun God rose to prominence and formed the Sky Pantheon,
to the Elemental Chaos, when he had been severely injured and fallen unconscious, missing the best period to obtain the Deflection Force,
even when he returned afterward and became a powerful divine power in the final stretch of time,
he had always remained one step behind the Sun God.
Step by step, an insurmountable gulf had formed between