In the boundless starry expanse, the Red Iron Dragon floated silently, gazing at the dust that the Shepherd Planet had left scattered before him.
It radiated its last traces of warmth.
Like a nebula, it drifted and swirled through the universe, a magnificent sight.
Garos, however, had no time to admire his handiwork.
He whispered inwardly, Titania, can you hear me? Give me more of the Lord of Black Blood's Shepherd Worlds. Preferably ones like this-complete planetary worlds.
Since the Lord of Black Blood refuses to descend into the Material World, I can only make it impossible for him to stay away.
The Lord of Black Blood had far more than this one Shepherd World under his command.
Every one of them formed an important part of the foundation of his faith.
If Garos destroyed these worlds one after another, steadily burning away that foundation, then no matter how fiercely the Lord of Black Blood resisted descending into the Material Plane, he would eventually have to crawl out of his Divine Kingdom to stop him.
Otherwise, the foundation of his faith would be uprooted entirely, and his divinity rank would plummet with it, leaving him no chance to recover.
"Garos, there's no need to rush."
Titania's voice traveled through the Joyful Court and across layer upon layer of planes, reaching his consciousness from afar, gentle and composed.
"The Lord of Black Blood has already chosen to avoid a direct confrontation for now."
"He is a cunning evil god. Perhaps he sensed danger. He won't show himself again anytime soon."
"I suspect he is seeking the opinions of the other Gods of Rage before deciding what to do. I know you want to press your advantage and finish this in one push, but there's no need for that now."
"We need