"Revenge against the gods and the Heaven Demons..."
Redlion stared at Orson in terror.
He couldn't believe it—this human, born in a backwater world, was speaking madness. This wasn't arrogance. It was pure, unhinged hubris.
"What a joke. Even if you're powerful, in the eyes of the gods, you're just slightly stronger insects. You dare bark at divinity?"
A headless knight let out a twisted laugh. He hailed from the Wastelands World and, as a Lord-class adventurer, could live on even after losing his head—so long as his heart still beat.
Bradley snorted.
"And what do you think you are in our eyes?"
His blade flashed like lightning. With a single cleave, the knight was sliced into bloody chunks—dead beyond dead.
"You claim the gods will protect you...
But when your world burned,
Did they come?"
Drunken Dream's voice rang out like a divine decree. Light radiated from his body, casting him in the image of a celestial avatar.
The words cut deep.
