"Interesting. The gods of this world have truly lowered my opinion of gods. No, they aren't even qualified to be called gods."
Sirin, the one true god in the sky, looked down at the arena, which should have already fallen silent. A mutation was occurring within Odin's divine body, now completely reduced to wreckage.
Sirin, who had been about to act, stopped as well. Maintaining her lofty, arrogant demeanor, she decided to keep watching.
Though something unexpected had happened, she believed... the new Herrscher of Flame could still take him down!
"What is that? Is something else happening?"
"I feel uncomfortable, instinctively repulsed. It feels like something terrifying is about to emerge."
The spectators who had been preparing to leave the arena also stopped. They stared fearfully at Odin's remains, as though something dreadful were about to appear.
It was definitely nothing good—something hated by the gods!
However, some great gods familiar with this power, or who had participated in Hell's invasion war against the heavens back then, immediately recognized it.
"It's... the aura of Hell! Why does Lord Odin's corpse contain such an evil aura?!"
"No, it isn't just Hell's aura. There is also that sin which gods despise—the aura of the Seven Deadly Sins... Could Lord Odin have fallen?"
"Heavens! Odin, king of the gods, has fallen? It's unimaginable! Won't Hell give birth to an eighth King of Hell?"
"An eighth King of Hell? It would be fine if that were all. Lord Odin already possessed divine power beyond that of the Kings of Hell. If he falls into Hell, with Lord Odin's divinity, he may very well become something on an even higher level."
"You mean... the highest Hell Will?"
The gods began discussing it anxiously, their eyes filled with worry. Even though they had supported Odin