The instant those words fell, the expressions of all eight gods present changed.
The four Original Sin Gods-Greed, Pride, Envy, and Sloth-even shuddered all over, as though they had heard a voice coming to claim their lives. Even the Divine Power they were circulating to recover nearly went awry.
They knew that voice all too well.
Not long ago, its owner had pinned them to the ground and drained every last drop of their Divine Power.
The terror of being hollowed out from the depths of their souls was still carved into their bones.
The God of Desire, however, narrowed her soul-stealing eyes, her red lips curving into the faintest smile. "Looks like I won't have to go out of my way to ask. Hasn't he delivered himself right to our door?"
"It's him! It's that monster!" the God of Greed shrieked, his face filled with terror. "Why would he come here-how could he possibly find this place-"
"Enough of these ghostly tricks! What kind of skill is hiding your head and showing your tail?"
The God of Wrath was the first to lose patience.
The dark orange light around him surged violently. His already burly body grew even more knotted with muscle in his fury, the veins beside his neck throbbing like fiery snakes about to burst through his skin.
The God of Wrath gave a low shout and stamped his foot heavily.
"Get out here!!!"
A ring of dark orange flames erupted outward from beneath his feet, tearing the surging, chilling winds into countless fragments.
"I only just arrived, and you're already in such a hurry to chase me away?"
That voice rang out again, its tone wrapped in laughter.
In the distance, the clouds of the Divine Realm parted in a perfectly straight slit, as though cut