As the undisputed second-in-command of the Order-type gods, Tyranus now lowered himself completely.
This was not flattery, submission, or fear. Especially now, in a Divine War destined to end in all their deaths, none of those things served any practical purpose.
The fundamental reason was that Eternity belonged to their camp in the Lord's eyes.
Eternity had never acknowledged this, and there had never even been any negotiated understanding between the two Epoch Overlords.
Yet the proud God of Order had still left an opening in his fence specifically for Eternity to come and go, accepting the enormous risk that Eternity could unravel all his arrangements by siding with the enemy.
Tyranus trusted his Lord's choice.
But Eternity was not in a particularly good mood at the moment.
Richard's gaze was somewhat gloomy, and his breathing grew heavier. With an inadvertent "pfft," a white insect resembling a baby silkworm slipped from his nostril and landed in his palm.
Richard lowered his head and looked at it.
Little Jerry: "..."
Through tireless research, generations of explorers and Divine Historians had found reliable evidence that at least five epochs ago, an Insect Race deity known as Bernavis had subdued an epoch and become its overlord.
It was no exaggeration to say that practically every insect-type Demon Beast of this epoch could trace its origins back to him.
Yet even Bernavis had never enjoyed the treatment Little Jerry received.
Nurtured and ritually nourished by Light, intimidated and tamed by Order's blood, and then scrutinized by Eternity, he had quite literally used his tiny body, less than a finger joint long, to contend with three Epoch Overlords.
Richard's fingers began to curl, but just then, a will to resist arose, so faint it was almost imperceptible.
This was resistance from the original owner, not