One of the figures asked with conflicted emotions.
"The Great Lord has already been proven incapable of awakening inside him again. Why are we still keeping him around? If this continues, sooner or later, he really will bring those gods to challenge us. He's already heading down that path."
But the black-robed elder said nothing.
Or rather.
At least half the figures said nothing.
Only after a long while.
Did the elder's aged voice finally sound.
"If he truly reaches the point where he can face you head-on, the Great Lord will still have a chance to awaken. If he cannot, even our last hope will be gone. Only when he is strong enough to leave Hell will he qualify to become that messenger."
"You no longer need to concern yourselves with this place. Your task is to use every means possible to stop that God King's World-Breaking. If he becomes the first to leave Hell, I fear there will be no future left."
But not all the Jailers accepted his words.
"Is this the Female Host's command?"
One figure asked in a grave voice.
The elder fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Yes."
"Then awaken the Female Host. We need to hear her confirmation in person."
In an instant.
A tense, hostile atmosphere spread across the entire expanse of Black Mist.
It was as though, almost imperceptibly.
The figures above the clouds had long since split into two factions without anyone noticing, eyeing one another with barely concealed hostility.
The Mechanical Church fled.
Or rather, after the Flesh Dominator wielded the Authority of the Curse to suppress every Origin present, they adopted the most decisive response possible. They did not choose to attack, but seized that brief window to escape.
And without a doubt, it was probably