Who Isn't a Herrscher Too?

Then, in the blink of an eye, the artifact of the Guardian God of Time weathered away into countless specks of dust before Yog-Lalath.

"?!"

Yog-Lalath stared at the sight in utter disbelief.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Luo Mio merely spoke calmly.

"Gods cannot die? That is only because you have never witnessed true 'death.'"

With that, the tip of Black Abyss in Luo Mio's hand trembled rapidly. Its spearhead became a fleeting black flash and struck Yog-Lalath directly in the left arm.

The attack was so swift that even Yog-Lalath had failed to notice it at all.

Luo Mio sneered at Yog-Lalath.

"It seems gods like you only throw your weight around by relying on the power of order you gain from the world. At this distance, countless humans could have dodged that attack—at least, in my experience."

Yet after Black Abyss struck his arm, Yog-Lalath's entire body began trembling in fear as he cried out in confusion.

"How can this be? How can this be... It cannot be healed. Even a god's order cannot heal it. No, no, no, no, no... Death? No, how could I, an embodiment of order, die?"

Yog-Lalath discovered in shock that the arm struck by Black Abyss was slowly vanishing... just like the Great Scythe of the Time God earlier. He was the embodiment of the order of time, a Guardian God; time formed his body. Yet now, the order that made up his arm no longer existed. No matter how he tried to restore it, he could not.

Listening to Yog-Lalath's worldview-shattering, self-doubting cries, Luo Mio spoke.

"I told you, didn't I? I would show arrogant gods like you what 'death' truly means."

"Ah, do not worry. That attack only killed your arm."

"Since I said I would show you, I