The news spread throughout the Wasteland.
Those watching Water Ice's death were no longer limited to the human side.
The False Gods were even more frightened by it.
They knew full well that humanity's strongest fighters possessed strength comparable to True Gods, even without a True God's authority.
But over the past dozen or so years, there had been only four confirmed kills out in the open.
And the last one had been the Wasteland's [Wind] in Solo City.
Of course, they did not know that wisp of wind had been nothing but a fraud who had gained a sliver of the Wind of the End's power and impatiently declared itself a True God.
But this time was different.
Altos-countless people brought up that name once again.
The False Gods were afraid.
In particular, those False Gods who had previously wanted to intercept and kill Altos, led by Fate and Space, chose to flee.
Had the High Gods not held such powerful sway over them on the God Sequence Path, there would probably have been barely a handful left.
"...Fate, Stavichia, can we really still win?"
[(?) Level 11 Platform World · ????]
The God of Fate, who had already lowered its own God Sequence to A-11, stood trembling with a cane before Space, the High God in humanoid form.
Space could sense that its authority had weakened once again not long ago.
Yet that power of space had not left it.
That was not because space still chose it. Rather, it seemed more as though the power of [Space] did not want it to truly fall below the Supreme level.
It understood.
That Altos, that Demon who filled it with fear and pain-as a Train Conductor, as a so-called High God, if it died at his hands,