Once he finished talking about the construction of the divine towers, the next topic grew somewhat heavy.
That was that a full six gods had failed to return from this expedition.
Aside from the gods who had fled only at the very end with Nalant and the others, there were also two gods who had left halfway back.
They had likely encountered the Dark Demon Gods on the return journey as well, but there was no way to verify that now.
And before everyone, Nalant also promised that as long as he, Nalant, existed for a single day, he would shelter those gods' Divine Continents for a single day.
Until the day, in the future, when all those gods could awaken once more.
Nalant's statement drew an enthusiastic response from the gathered gods. To tell the truth, what they truly feared was not perishing. After all, even after falling, there was still a chance they could awaken again.
What they truly feared was that after they fell, their Divine Continent would be occupied by other gods, and then their statues would be utterly destroyed.
If that happened, then they truly would never have another chance to turn themselves over.
Nalant's promise was undoubtedly a pledge to these living gods that would settle their worries for the future.
Once the two main topics had been discussed, Nalant had nothing else he was prepared to ramble on about.
After all, everyone here was a god, and there was nothing much to discuss in empty words.
After that, the banquet continued until midnight before it ended. The arrangements for the gathered gods were then handed over by Nalant to the God of Hunting.
Aside from that, Nalant also handed the construction techniques for the divine towers to the gathered gods, requiring them to