Elliot narrowed his eyes slightly.
Each of the Seven Nobility had a True God behind it, and the Isaac Family corresponded to the [Gatekeeper].
Elliot knew little about this god, only that the Authority the god wielded concerned [Gates], and that the Isaac Family's Coat of Arms was a key.
Was this fat man so powerful that he could withstand the explosion of the entire Throne alone?
Elliot looked at him in some surprise.
Isaac sneered, the fat on his body rippling like water:
"My [Gate] can only hold them back for a while. They'll erupt again soon, and everyone will die when they do."
Though he spoke of death, neither he nor the nobles around him showed the slightest gravity. Instead, they laughed and joked:
"Hahaha, is it finally going to end?"
"It should have happened long ago. This world should have been destroyed ages ago!"
"To think the Second Era would end like this. Heehee, how interesting."
"Boring. Let the Royal Family figure it out themselves. Let's go back and carry on with our banquet!"
"No, I'm staying here to watch it blow sky-high!"
Elliot frowned.
These nobles seemed carefree, yet his Spirituality faintly picked up a trembling aura.
These people were afraid.
Their fearlessness did not come from courage. Quite the opposite: despair had utterly broken their backs.
These nobles had sunk completely into depravity before the apocalypse, numbing themselves with an unending Feast.
They did not dare truly face or solve the problem. They could only put on an air of indifference to conceal their confusion and despair.
They simply could not find anyone who would accept their surrender.
They were representatives of True Gods and controlled more resources and power than anyone else in the Empire, yet they squandered and wasted it all wantonly-shortsighted, cowardly,