"We won't die that easily, cough, cough..."
[Fate] said.
"Though we are merely false beings who have stepped onto that path, we still possess divinity. As long as we unite, just like the Golden Race did back then... we can still wipe out humanity."
[Space] clenched its fists.
"The Golden Race... heh, hehehehe! If you hadn't mentioned them, I would almost have forgotten. The thirteen of us were among the few soldiers who survived that war to destroy the Golden Race and were granted greater power.
We were so lucky. Back then, those True Gods wanted to leave some unlucky bastards behind to watch over the Golden Race's world, and I happened not to be chosen. Otherwise, I would never have become [Space], much less possessed the power I have today.
But... Fate, no... Stavichia, I can't keep going like this. These [names] we possess are nothing more than doors used to hold back those powers.
First, [Reincarnation] was destroyed by the Train System, and the power behind it was reduced to ashes along with it.
Then came Time...
Now, only the five of us remain, plus you."
[Space] was trembling.
"I don't want to die at humanity's hands, and I don't want to become humanity's plaything like you!
I know what happened a while ago.
Everything you had was stripped away.
The only reason you can still maintain your standing as an A-Rank God is the nourishment your shattered Divine Kingdom has fed back to you over all those accumulated days and months.
Stavichia, tell me, when that Altos truly enters a level 11 Platform World, can I really defeat him?"
Amid [Space]'s deafening roar, the False God [Fate], called Stavichia, struggled to maintain its own form.
With certainty in its voice, it said with difficulty:
"We will win...