Apollo and the others left the Simple Abode.
They had some guesses about whom Katelyle would choose for the duel tournament, but they could not be certain.
There were not many Lesser Gods gathered around Katelyle now.
And in their eyes, even fewer were strong enough to put up a fight in the tournament.
The two closest to Katelyle were Thales Dulev and Severus Snape, who had ascended from mortality.
But would Katelyle let them take part in such dangerous battles?
Yet if he did not choose those two, were the other Lesser Gods worthy of his trust?
After all, with his strength, Katelyle could utterly overpower Jehovah, Brahma, and even Thanatos.
If a defeat in the tournament forced him to submit to the Death God's faction, could he accept it?
At least, they would find it hard to accept.
Still, some matters truly required careful consideration.
If they continued fighting as they had in the past, the entire Western pantheon might collapse completely.
Meanwhile, the ancient Eastern pantheon remained unscathed, and it had always posed an enormous threat to them.
It was entirely possible that the ancient Eastern civilization might intervene now and deal them a devastating blow.
If that happened, they would have little room to resist.
For a moment, the thought made Apollo sigh.
"Are we just going to leave it at that?" Poseidon, the Sea God, asked Apollo gravely.
In terms of family seniority, Poseidon was Apollo's uncle.
After all, Apollo was Zeus's son.
The Western mythological system, however, was somewhat twisted and peculiar.
Besides, numerous Western pantheons existed side by side, and they interacted with one another.
As a result, family seniority was often disregarded. Strength mattered more.
As long as you were strong enough, even an uncle could become a son.
Apollo glanced at