"Hmph! Just wait! I'll give you all a shock in this Divine War." Apollo suppressed his impulse and narrowed his eyes at the screens. Then he swept a hand out, and every screen vanished at once.
Just as Apollo shut off the screens to put them out of sight and out of mind...
In another mysterious, indescribable space, four imposing figures existed in different forms.
One was a dazzling figure of pale golden light: the Lord of Light.
Another embodied the vast will of the sky: Paro, the Sky God.
One was surrounded by streams of pure water: Water God Rotis.
The last stood amid an aura of joyful harvest: Maz, the God of Agriculture and Harvest.
The four had gathered to form a small pantheon centered on the Lord of Light.
The Lord of Light was the strongest of the current gods, but every Deity was proud. Even with his strength, he had struggled to win over more Lesser Gods. He had recruited only three followers, leaving him with a rudimentary pantheon.
"Has Apollo made a move?" Maz asked.
Paro was monitoring Magma Lord Apollo. He shook his head. "Nothing. It seems losing those Titan Ruins matters far less to him than we expected."
Water God Rotis sneered. "I doubt they don't matter. That coward has probably figured something out and doesn't dare come out."
"Maybe. We may have overdone it and scared him off," Paro said regretfully. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have made such a show of force. Now he'll hide away, and there's nothing we can do."
"Forget it. He's only a Demon. He won't affect the bigger picture." The Lord of Light finally spoke. Ambushing Apollo had never mattered much to him.
Proud as he was, the Lord of Light had no regard for Apollo,