The God of Waves and the others looked at one another, their faces turning blue and white by turns as they sank into incomparable turmoil.
After all, they had been gods for over a hundred thousand years. Though their strength had been weaker in the past, no one had ever dared to say they would climb over their heads and become their master.
But now, Nalant had made precisely such a demand.
It was not that Nalant's strength was insufficient, but that they had simply never imagined such a day would come.
And so, the God of Waves and the others all fell silent.
Nalant was not in any hurry either. He knew he had to give them enough time to think, so he tapped a finger on the armrest of his throne and waited slowly.
Time passed without anyone noticing, and very soon, half an hour had gone by.
During that time, Nalant did not speak, and the gods likewise said nothing. Aside from silent contemplation, their only communication was through their eyes.
At last, Nalant felt that the time he had given them was about right.
Half an hour—those who could think it through would certainly have thought it through.
If they could not, then even giving them more time would not help.
And so Nalant stopped tapping his finger and raised his hand to clap.
"Enough, gods. I think the time I gave you should have been more than sufficient."
"So, can you now tell me what choice you will make next?"
Hearing Nalant's words, the four, including the God of Waves, trembled, knowing that the final decision had arrived.
"It seems none of you wants to be the first to step forward and state your position. In that case, I'll choose. God of Waves, why don't