It was as though the aura between heaven and earth had converged here in a single instant.
Space tore apart. The ground shattered. Across a terrifying battlefield spanning the stars, both sides of the conflict suddenly came to a halt.
The pressure of that presence drove everyone toward despair. It weighed on them so heavily they could barely raise their heads.
It was utterly terrifying.
The God of Darkness, a mighty being among gods, hailed as the ultimate embodiment of endless darkness—the cruel, bloodthirsty god of dark war, Soros!
At that moment, he descended.
His rage was beyond compare, his might bearing down on heaven and earth. One of the Dark Executors he had painstakingly cultivated had somehow been lost. Unforgivable.
Boom!
Black mist burst from his body in every direction, forming a gigantic, ravenous maw that swallowed countless horrified beings in an instant.
Blood offerings!
Naked blood offerings. He meant to use them to proclaim his might to the unknown beings all around him.
He was the darkest of gods, a god who had once commanded countless wars, a god before whom myriad worlds trembled—Soros!
"I never thought he'd come too. Soros! It seems this war won't end easily now. With a god of war here, how could the fighting stop?"
On the side of light, a white-haired god with a pair of golden wings wore a grave expression.
"It seems we aren't the only ones after this place. Those gods of darkness are stirring too, aren't they?" Other figures of immense presence stood beside the golden-winged god.
They were all gods of the so-called side of light: angels, humans, even elves, and more.
Like the gods of darkness, they had nothing to do with this war, yet were bound up in it all the same. They were gods