The two armies that had been roaring towards the group had stopped. No sounds left each of their lips. None of them could even so much as breathe.
Their time had suddenly stopped. And as they felt the boundless presence pressing down on each of them, they turned their trembling eyes upwards to see a figure staring down at them.
It was the same person who was supposed to be their target. The child god.
Both armies were made up of the elites of both worlds. The people whose power was only second to their god.
While the surviving champions had lived it, the others had watched the Virelenna from beginning to end. They had seen their people killed. Their god, slain by the child god.
As soon as they felt the merge between worlds, their need for revenge had overtaken all reason.
They had brandished their weapons, they had roared at the top of their lungs, all for the sake of killing the child god and avenging their gods.
