After calming his emotions, Lear slightly moved his thoughts.
He untangled the Power of Faith wrapped around the writhing shadow.
In the next moment, the God of Flame and Rekindling, freed from his binds, immediately regained consciousness.
Seeing Lear's figure, he trembled abruptly, and a roar mixed with shock and anger erupted.
"You damn bastard... You set me up!"
Lear looked at the one who was now a complete prisoner with calm eyes.
"Is that your last words?"
The God of Flame and Rekindling suddenly calmed down, speaking with a tone of mockery.
"You have no idea what kind of existence you are facing... All resistance now is futile, this world will inevitably come to an end."
"Even if you gather all the Gods, you cannot stop it... This is the will of that one."
"I am just going with the flow."
Lear furrowed his brow slightly.
"Worthless nonsense, might as well be useful if dead."
