Even the most detailed, flawless pact could not compare to taking a side at the crucial moment.
Although the God of Eternity had not truly descended, he had now borrowed Tyranus's divine body to make his stance clear through his own actions.
Order had not won him over. Rather, Order had already reserved a place for him at his side, as though certain that a figure who had laid such a "foundation" would inevitably return to where he belonged.
This chief-god-level divine war, fought above Vien without truly affecting reality, accelerated greatly with Eternity's involvement.
In truth, the outcome had been decided from the start, but the branch gods of Order no longer needed to borrow their lord's power to strengthen themselves. This would preserve a little more strength for the already decaying God of Order.
Deities kept falling, inheritances kept being unleashed, and divinity pollution kept arising. The once-lofty deities were now like trapped beasts in an arena. Their fighting was merely a predetermined process, and death was the inevitable outcome.
"Tyranus, I'm going on ahead."
"See you, Tyranus."
"Hahaha, I'm off!"
These farewells before their deaths did not create an atmosphere of tragic grandeur. Instead, they brought a sense of freedom and ease.
Throughout this epoch, they had all been part of the seal, enduring torment all the while. Their deaths now were, in fact, more of a release.
Previously, each of them had been like the administrators of the cell blocks beneath the Great Prison.
Setting their ideals aside and speaking purely from their individual perspectives as gods, they had actually looked forward to the revolt more than the imprisoned deities themselves.
Eternity said, "They're all excellent followers. You could have followed him and dominated the new epoch."
Tyranus said, "If that were all our lord's ideal