Noah felt the trembling through every realm of his Pantheon.
From the Serpent's bleeding jaws, a response came at last.
"Haha… hahahaha!" Ormarr's laughter rolled across the battlefield as his body straightened despite the wounds, prismatic blood still flowing freely from dozens of shattered scales.
"I called you the weakest ones. What a thing to be wrong about! You… a fused existence that throws miniature dimensions like stones." His crimson eyes burned brighter as his own Pantheon's coils began to tighten and multiply behind him, the hoard deepening, more bindings manifesting from its depths!
"I may just have to bring forth more power here. I may have to recall parts of myself from the others, or open the deeper coils of my Hoard. You are making me work, little thing, and I do not enjoy working!"
Noah remained undaunted on his throne.
