The harder the decaying deity struggled, the tighter the Chains of Order binding him became, and the Order Fire fueled by burning lives blazed all the more fiercely.
Amid this upheaval marking the changing of epochs, the Order God Church had only one simple response, from top to bottom.
That was... to drag you into the grave with them!
No reversals, no complexity. The entire church and everyone in it were like the mechanical templates deities used when answering their believers' prayers.
Yet there was no denying that this was the most cost-effective approach.
Thick chains kept snapping, but a second and a third immediately replaced them. No sooner had some flames gone out than still fiercer black fire surged back.
Scorching waves of air kept melting everything around them. Magma rained from the rocky sky overhead, mixed with crystal, dazzling and translucent.
It was beautiful, yet it also created a vast region where life could not survive.
Dis reached out and opened the book before him.
The God of Principles' notes shone, and an exquisitely intricate defensive barrier, among the finest in the world, unfolded, warding off every assault from outside.
The War Scythe began swaying back and forth. Ever since Kallen had seen the God of War sleeping on the Pyramid's first floor, the War Scythe had become somewhat restless.
Now, it yearned all the more to truly face a deity and embrace Divine War.
Dis glanced at it, and the War Scythe immediately fell quiet.
Old Hoffen's figure emerged from the book. He looked at the War Scythe, obedient once more, then at Dis.
"A top-tier divine artifact this intact possesses an incomprehensibly keen perception. It has probably already sensed just how powerful you'll be once you become a god."
Dis said nothing, merely continuing to gaze