The ten gods waited right outside the world prison, their expressions grim and impatient.
"If they die, we will enter and collect our things but somehow if they survived, we can just bring these special guests back." The burly god spoke, his tone menacing and filled with dark anticipation.
Although normally, demi gods of level 7 would undoubtedly die after six months in that prison but there was still a chance that those six had survived.
After all, they had Evelyn's backings.
It wasn't long when the doors of the world prison opened and exactly ten people walked out, all of them stumbling and disoriented.
"They are indeed alive!" one of the god exclaimed, but was not too surprised, his expression hardening.
"Let's go greet them." The baby god hurried forward eagerly, his hatred for the divine and his success was immense and consuming.
Both his hearts were taken away by that divine back then, a wound that never healed.
