Mimosa's piercing scream immediately drew the attention of the gods in the sky.
Watching Mimosa fly upward, the gods frowned in confusion, but did not divert their attention to investigate.
They knew who their enemy was.
The Devourer was no different.
It was even more arrogant and disdainful.
The gods had at least spared a glance, but the Devourer ignored him completely.
To the Devourer's senses, a mortal like Mimosa did not even qualify as food. He was merely a bug.
Such bugs were fit only to feed its "scales."
So the Devourer did not move.
Instead, it continued stretching its body as it had intended.
Its enormous body had been confined in that cramped place for far too long. It needed to loosen up properly.
Then...
It would eat these fools!
The killing intent that suddenly surged within it made the Devourer flick its forked tongue.
Hiss!
Its tongue, as broad as a street, whipped up a gale in the air.
The gale swept over the gods.
It chilled them to the bone.
Their entire bodies trembled.
The radiance of the God of Valor, renowned for his courage and belligerence, flickered. Clearly, his body was trembling.
The equally competitive God of War scarcely dared to breathe, focusing all his attention on the Devourer.
Yet none of the remaining gods mocked the God of Valor or the God of War.
They were no different.
As gods, they knew very well what sort of being the Devourer was and how powerful it was.
Especially the gods of thorns, forgiveness, and harvest.
These three gods, who had appeared when Navia City was first founded, understood that power all too well.
To the three of them, it was no longer merely power. It could only be called terror.
Had any one of them