"Orgod is just up ahead. We're the closest. Do we proceed with the original plan?"
A female swordsman clad in crimson armor asked calmly. Her figure was fierce, and behind her, a pair of blazing, sword-shaped wings made of fire flickered with every movement. Fire elements danced around her like loyal spirits—she looked nothing short of divine.
"Flame Lord, did you forget how the Sea God died?"
The Moon Sovereign—wearing the crown of the Bright Galaxy and wrapped in flowing starlight—snorted in disdain.
"According to the orders of the Aurora Goddess, slaying him won't just net us a billion merit points," Moon Sovereign said coldly, "We'll also receive two Lesser Divinities. That's the key to freeing ourselves from this wretched puppet body. You really think Sakan and Xinala will share those with us?"
"I get what you're after," Flame Lord responded with a frown. "But rumor has it Orgod possesses battle potential even the gods can't measure…"
