The Sun God was far too powerful.
His strength was comprehensive, whether in raw attributes, special mechanics, or skill and understanding.
He possessed the pride ingrained in a transmigrator. His goal had never been something as simple as becoming "the strongest."
All he had ever wanted was to single-handedly crush the entire world, then take control of it!
From the moment fate could no longer suppress the Sun God, no one had been able to restrain him.
Naimus was merely the last lifeline fate clutched in its grasp.
Fate had chosen to preserve Naimus through every possible means, giving him a little time to grow.
If Naimus had not obtained the "Marginal Increase effect" from the True Spirit, the possibility of World Eighteen might not have opened so quickly.
But more likely, before Naimus had even developed, the time fate could stall for would already have run out. Then Naimus, still lacking any power, would simply have been crushed to death.
It could only be said that this had originally been a one-sided match for the Sun God. Only with Naimus did they have even the slightest ability to resist.
Under such circumstances, the Abyss could certainly use its forces to preserve its own position, leveraging its value in the united front to make fate and Naimus yield.
But the Abyss was not foolish.
The prerequisite for preserving one's position through military strength was that the enemy remained within a manageable range. If it delayed entering the fray and allowed the enemy's advantage to grow ever greater, its own interests would become nearly impossible to realize.
The surging Styx flowed and transformed into an unprecedented force of destruction. The damaged power of contagion now resembled a monarch ruling over calamities.
The other three great calamities, originally driven by the Sun