Making Winter suffer an injury was no easy task, but Blade had no choice but to do it.
Fortunately, Moth had not gone so mad as to make Blade carry out this demand alone. Moth provided plenty of assistance throughout, while Cup was more than happy to watch them turn on each other. Thus, Blade seized an opportunity without spending too much time and, after some effort, successfully wounded Winter beneath Winter's puzzled gaze.
Only then did Blade learn Moth's true purpose in making that demand. In truth, Blade had more or less anticipated it.
Winter's expression changed several times after being wounded. Moth whispered to Winter, and Blade watched the scene while silently cursing that damned, insidious, unscrupulous bastard. Soon after, Blade saw that Winter seemed to have compromised as well.
No matter how much of a lone wolf one was, no matter how little one cared about anything else, it was impossible not to care about one's own life and ascension.
"Oh? This is quite interesting. Do you need me to leave the battlefield to you first?"
Cup watched the internal strife among these so-called gods with great interest. Her tone sounded relaxed, and her expression remained composed, but only she knew that she had suffered countless injuries in the prolonged battle. Though these people all had their own schemes and had held back to varying degrees, they had truly been aiming to severely injure her. By now, she had expended a great deal of energy and was nowhere near as relaxed as she appeared.
These gods had taken turns fighting her, wearing her down while also attacking their own allies. The energy they had left far exceeded hers. Now that Moth had suddenly appeared and complications had arisen, Cup had some idea of what was happening. Perhaps