The words of the Twilight Giant echoed like the roar of a monumental wave.
"I don't care who's behind you."
"Whether it's that mysterious human... or perhaps the storm or death."
"Or maybe, this is just a self-directed ruse by you all and the Silver Moon—"
"I don't care."
"Because——"
"In the face of absolute power, the plots and schemes of all insects and ants have no significance."
The majestic divine light swept in, carrying the momentum of a thousand troops and horses, with swords and slaughter.
This was the full-force strike of the God of War, an ancient god.
Even though they were also ancient gods, the Authority of Abundance and Life were not inherently specialized in combat and slaughter.
If touched by that deathly light, they would inevitably be severely wounded.
For deities, being wounded is not something that a few bottles of healing potions could resolve like for low-level transcendents.
