In the Holy Vixima Kingdom stood Saint Rod Temple, headquarters of the Church of the Three Gods.
The Pope, Divine Attendants, and Angels of the Church of the Three Gods had gathered inside the temple. Bishops and Archbishops who should have been stationed at temples across the land had assembled as well, gazing humbly at Ieta Cavendish, the "God of Craftsmen and Steam," who sat upon a Throne carved from a single block of Mithril.
"My lord, I sense two powers descending from the Outer Void that make my blood run cold. Should we contact the Three Gods and ask them to perform a Divine Descent?" Kohler asked cautiously. He wore azure papal robes and a sacred crown, and held a Scepter symbolizing his authority.
As a Legendary Professional blessed by the Gods and wielding three Divine Artifacts, he stood at the pinnacle of the Main Plane. He was confident he could suppress and kill even a Demigod.
But those powers descending from the Outer Void filled him with dread, as though merely coming into contact with them would kill him on the spot.
There was no doubt about what could inspire that feeling in him on the Main Plane: True Gods had descended.
If the Three Gods perform a Divine Descent, I'll probably be the first one they destroy... With the Main Plane between us, I'm confident they won't notice anything wrong. But face-to-face with True Gods? I can't count on them being too blind to recognize who I really am... Ieta Cavendish unconsciously imitated His Highness, keeping his expression solemn as he said in a deep voice:
"No need."
No need? Is my lord really that confident? What if something goes wrong? Kohler muttered inwardly. If it were up to him, he would have summoned the Three Gods