Lear looked at the elegant and noble, somewhat haughty, exquisite figure before him, and took a deep breath.
"Your Highness...has the mastermind been eliminated?"
His gaze turned to the severed head, a man in his forties, eyes wide open, with traces of reluctance and anger visible in his pupils.
But the opponent's specific identity was hard to discern; his Power of Authority had dissipated, leaving only the Divinity of a Divine Spirit.
The Goddess of Misfortune's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
"The God of Flame and Rekindling—Dikya, was the main driving force behind this conspiracy."
The God of Flame and Rekindling?!
Lear was somewhat surprised as he looked at the head on the ground.
This name is rather complex; the God of Flames is more widely known.
Such a powerful Divine Power has existed since the dawn of creation, never having fallen.
His fame was entirely on par with the God of Justice, Master of Dawn, God of War, and other ancient giants.
