Great Hall.
Two Demigods sat on stone chairs, listening to news from all sides.
"Foolish!"
The Demigod Sake, who possessed the bloodline of the Wind God, shouted angrily:
"That brainless fool Morton acted without consulting us?"
"Morton actually died?" Leopold, who bore the bloodline of the Hunting God, said with a focused gaze:
"It seems that Dou Sha also possesses the bloodline of a Divine, or his power has nearly reached that of a Lower God."
"What a pity..."
He sighed:
"Morton didn't inform us before acting, died with unclear cause, leaving us unaware of the opponent's methods."
He didn't care about Morton's life or death.
But dying was utterly worthless!
If we knew beforehand, at the very least through Morton we could understand the opponent, preparing for the strategy to come.
Though two followers of the Divine narrowly escaped back then, they fled in a hurry and didn't manage to see what method Dou Sha used to kill Morton.
"Hmph!"
Sake snorted coldly:
