Indeed, it is an existence that is worth the gods joining forces, even at the cost of severe injuries, to erase prematurely.
At this moment—
Creak.
The door of the Bronze Palace slowly opened.
Then.
Click, click.
Crisp footsteps echoed in the empty Bronze Hall.
Entering the Bronze Palace was a lush and gentle woman, with wheat and fresh flowers springing forth by her side.
Following behind this gentle woman was a beautiful young girl, dressed in emerald garb, with a flawless, exquisite face, as if embodying the thousand spirits of life within her.
"Abundance, Life—"
"You've come."
Watching the two graceful figures enter the palace from the bronze doorway, the Moon God took the initiative to speak.
As fellow goddesses, her relationship with Abundance and Life was fairly amicable.
At this moment, with the gods gathered, alliances crisscrossing, every deity harbored their own little thoughts.
