The Hundred-Armed Giants squeezed out of the Vortex and planted both feet on the Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain. The ground, steeped in Holy Light, immediately collapsed beneath them. The Holy Light filling the air seemed to be corrupted the moment it touched the creature, turning from pure white to pitch-black.
Dense incantations covered the Giants' skin, saturated with the Divine Power of the Primordial Chaos Gods. More than fifty heads protruded from their upper body. Their eyes snapped open, filled with madness, pain, and a desire for self-destruction, and stared at every god within sight.
Before the Multiverse was born, when all things were still Chaos, the Elder Gods spawned by Chaos had already split into camps of Good and Evil and waged endless war against one another.
To win that war, the Primordial Chaos Gods of the Evil camp joined forces to create the ultimate weapon: the Hundred-Armed Giants.
This species was born to kill. Its innate strength could crush any creature, while the Blessing of the Elder Gods gave it immense resistance to Elements, physical attacks, and Divine Power. Armed with god-slaying weapons forged by the Elder Gods themselves, it could slaughter even gods.
But with the creation of the Multiverse, the Primordial Chaos Gods either fell or fled. The weapons they had created were banished or subjected to Sealing, and Elder Evils such as the Hundred-Armed Giants were sealed with them.
"The Divination was right after all." Dis Malson glanced at the Hundred-Armed Giants, then quickly looked away.
Giants were extraordinarily sensitive to being watched. With brains consumed by madness and destruction, their behavior was impossible to predict. Dis Malson feared a single glance might get him killed.
"The scene from the Divination has come to pass."
Jubilex, the Lord of Slime, gripped a weapon in one hand