The indescribable power of the Demon Gods rushed toward its destination together.
But the first power to take effect belonged to Nephthys, who had been playing support all along.
Regardless of their Phases or divinity, the Demon Gods were equal in power, apart from exceptions like Roland, who had extra-credit subjects.
Playing support was simply Nephthys's personal preference, much as some people found the directors, screenwriters, and other staff who quietly worked behind the scenes to bring a film to theaters more appealing than the stars who appeared in it.
In competitive MOBA games, people who enjoyed playing support were few, but they did exist.
Yet this inclination did not mean her strength or skill differed from the other Demon Gods'.
Nephthys pressed her index finger to her rose-colored lips, while her other hand gently rested on her ample chest.
As the collective of those buried alongside dead pharaohs, Nephthys's entire identity as a Demon God was contained in the tears of that weeping goddess.
Thus, unlike the other Demon Gods' murderous attacks, something formless and intangible suddenly welled forth.
"Tears of Dissemination-"
With that gentle whisper, a jewel-like tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Although she had various applications such as tears of comedy and tears of wrath, after witnessing Roland's Heart Wall seal off even Bishop's Causality, Nephthys had no intention of specifically testing his resistance to mental interference under these circumstances.
So she chose Tears of Dissemination first.
Used normally, they provided a boost that worked even on Demon Gods, while ordinary people would ascend to greatness in a single step.
These were tears of lament for the heroes of mythology who earned great achievements through divine protection, only to meet an early death.
Precisely for that reason, with their direction accurately defined by a