Russell dismissed Satan's doubts with disdain.
When he had been the King of Gods on Olympus, he had led the gods in crushing the invaders, bringing everything to a perfect close with an unprecedented victory.
In the end, he had even made an exception and raised the world's limits, helping the displaced gods, demons, and humans rebuild their homes.
He had been widely respected and beloved. Everyone who met him had nothing but praise.
If Satan did not believe it, he could go ask around Olympus. Pick any god at random, and they would sing Russell's praises.
Take Hydra, for example. The changes before and after Russell took charge had been earth-shaking.
Likewise, pick any member at random, and not one of them had anything bad to say about him.
Russell had immense confidence in his reputation. He had always let facts speak for themselves and was ashamed of deception.
Kamar-Taj was just a little too salty, but that could not be helped.
The previous Sorcerer Supreme had had character issues and left behind far too much garbage. As for who it was, Ancient One had some pride, so Russell would not name names.
Russell had only been a transitional Sorcerer Supreme, with a short term and a low profile. Even if he wanted to reverse the decline, he lacked the means.
All in all, Ragnarok was complete nonsense, and Hell's Ragnarok was an even bigger joke.
The hell before them was already in ruins, but Satan had done that. Anyone with eyes could see that Satan had split hell in half with one slash.
Russell had been desperately trying to save the situation, while the Demon God's Body repeatedly stabilized hell's balance. That was the only reason it had barely been rescued.
That was right. It was all Satan's