"Perfikot Brandelis, the perfect person, I truly admire you." The War God's voice was like clashing swords and roaring thunder, akin to the collision of lightning, imbued more than ever with the essence called 'war'.
His voice echoed within the divine realm, as if every word carried the might of thousands of troops.
"Thank you for your admiration, but I believe you didn't summon me here just to say that." Perfikot, although deciding to maintain a somewhat open attitude to communication, showed little respect in her words for the War God.
Her tone was cold, even tinged with a hint of sarcasm, as if the figure before her was not a chief deity but an ordinary opponent.
This was undoubtedly intolerable for the subordinate gods and divine attendants present.
They finally couldn't restrain themselves, letting out violent cries, drawing their swords and other weapons, as if issuing a challenge to Perfikot.
