Seeing that there was still an outsider monkey present, Hoggoth, who had been curled up in a ball and leisurely smoking a water pipe, immediately changed his appearance back into his most familiar form: a tiger's head, radiant and imposing.
"I was wondering who had caused such a huge commotion. Isn't this our representative on Earth?"
Unfortunately, nothing good came out of a tiger's mouth either. The moment he spoke, his glorious image was gone, and his tone was thoroughly mocking.
In truth, whenever Vishanti appeared before a sorcerer together, the one in charge of communication was usually Oshtur, who carried herself with the greatest divine bearing. She spoke in an archaic, lofty manner and never even seemed to look people in the eye.
The main reason was that some people were simply too base. If gods treated them kindly, they would start thinking about seizing divine power and authority. But when gods displayed majesty, they obediently knelt.
As one of the shrewd survivors of the ancient god wars, Oshtur had simply crafted herself a cold and aloof persona. Sure enough, dealing with humans became far more convenient.
The opposite example was Hecate in her younger days. She too had been an ancient god of magic, but she had not understood how to maintain distance between mortals and gods. That was why Zeus and his group had deceived her, imprisoned her, and stolen her power.
Vishanti had not suffered a loss in millions of years, not only because they were powerful, but also because their eldest sister, Oshtur, was exceptionally intelligent and cautious. Sometimes, she could even be called overly cautious.
For example, even when meeting their own Sorcerer Supreme, what appeared now was an energy projection rather than the members themselves.
Vishanti had probably come to investigate the moment