"What is Kyogre, the God of the Ocean, doing?" Arthur appeared silently on the battlefield where the three gods were fighting their decisive battle.
Arthur looked nothing like his former self. His eyes radiated an oppressive darkness, and black veins covered his neck, brimming with ominous signs.
Another being was not far from Arthur.
Bast, the Panther God, was Wakanda's guardian deity and The Ancient One's little pet.
Bast's bestial pupils contracted until they were almost invisible.
He considered himself one of the longest-lived gods in Blue Star's pantheon, yet he had never heard of any of these three gods.
If not for their surging divine power, the Panther God's true body would not have awakened even now.
As far as he remembered, the only gods still alive and intact in the outside world should have been himself and the Asgardian pantheon.
The other pantheons had either withdrawn to seek a breakthrough, been sealed away by Odin in preparation for Asgard's Ragnarok, or been tricked by The Ancient One into dying without even a place to be buried.
So why had so many gods suddenly appeared?
After a cursory scan, the Panther God sensed at least fifteen gods currently active on Blue Star!
Confusion flickered in Bast's eyes. Could other gods have willingly become The Ancient One's lackeys... no, her mounts, and survived that way?
Precipice Blades!
Absolute Zero!
Reverse Airflow Field!
The three gods unleashed powerful moves. Bast hurriedly dove to the seabed and buried his head deep in the ground!
What the hell! Who are these guys? How are they so powerful?!
How had Bast come into existence?
The Wakandans' faith and worship had brought him into being. Put plainly, he was merely a tribe's guardian deity, roughly equivalent to a mountain or river god in the Eastern