William's attitude was obvious.
Although he and the Human Pantheon behind him were willing to accept this newly appointed Death God of Telashir, this latecomer had to follow the rules set by her predecessors.
They had paid so much to establish the world's rules. Just because you were a big shot like the River Styx, did that mean you could trample over them as you pleased?
Besides, for a newborn God who started affecting or even destroying other Gods' laws the moment she appeared, she could hardly blame others for beating her half to death.
Judging by how desperately Wistalia wanted to run now, if the Human Pantheon extended a hand of friendship and hoped to join forces with him to suppress the River Styx's power... he would happily accept that rose tossed back at him.
Even someone like Jergal, who was deeply connected to the River Styx's laws, could not withstand Ao's suppression and had been forced to castrate himself!
How could someone who had only just been born, someone who could only be referred to as the Styx Messenger, possibly withstand the full assault of two Pantheons?
The person chosen by the River Styx certainly had great advantages, but advantages were, in a sense, also disadvantages... in Telashir, she could only rely on the River Styx.
Even those Moon Elves who had been reincarnated would never feel any pity for her.
She should be grateful that they possessed only inherited memories, with no emotions or anything else preserved... otherwise, the Moon Elves would definitely want to kill their former leader, who claimed to cherish them yet had sent them to their doom, one more time.
But the River Styx had never intended to cause trouble in Telashir. As long as he could ensure that his subordinates would not