It took a few seconds for the gods to compose themselves; the two back-to-back surprises were really unexpected.
The sudden shift left even the audience struggling to follow.
And that was enough time for Vritra to attack the book god, helping Teresa out of the encirclement.
That brief opening came from timing rather than simple luck.
For a moment, everything had stopped; there wasn't even a sound.
The arena seemed frozen under the weight of that moment.
"Nineteen more lives, not bad. But that isn't enough to change the outcome, we just need to kill you all a few more times." The baby god said, clumsily counting over his fingers.
That childish expression made the threat seem strangely unsettling now.
"And for such a big move, it seems he has already exhausted himself. Let's-" the smallest god grinned, but was interrupted.
Vritra shook his head, speaking: "Why would I have sneaked up on the sun god instead of secretly taking out another god, if not for stealing his energy?"
