He rushed toward the "battlefield."
Now that the unexpected meddler had been dealt with, it was time to proceed with the rest of the plan.
His colleagues should meet their deaths as well.
[Moth] leaped toward the planned location.
Unlike the other gods, who at least maintained a veneer of false civility regardless of whether they meant it, [Moth] had always remained apart from their ranks. He adhered to [Moth]'s nature, never revealing himself or his ambitions. Even though the other gods knew that his goal was ascension, they found it difficult to discern his intentions.
Over the long years, he had been subtly preparing for this day.
He had always deliberately kept far away from his colleagues, always doing things that were mad and difficult to understand. Beyond his innate nature, he naturally intended to lull them into complacency.
A [Moth] who always stood apart from the group, who scorned every god and disdained associating with them, who rarely even interacted with them—no matter how wary they were, how could they have imagined that he had long ago left a tiny, utterly undetectable [Egg] inside each of their bodies?
Gods were arrogant and conceited; humility had nothing whatsoever to do with them. Especially since they had no fleshly bodies, their forms composed of energy, their control over their own bodies could not have been clearer. Under ordinary circumstances, he truly would not have dared do more. The implanted [Egg]s were dead until activated. He had gone to great lengths to create a different [Egg] for each of them, disguising them with their own auras. As long as they remained inactive, they would never be detected.
Ordinarily, even if activated, they would have been purged immediately. But things were different now.
The great battle had begun. Because of their fight