"No, I must obtain him, he will become the sharpest blade in my hand, waging war for me in the Abyss."
The Blood God was the first to refuse, and without hesitation, his figure left and vanished.
However, this was within Shadow's expectations, so he wasn't surprised.
"This world is vast, yet there are few Night Watchers." The ghostly green figure likewise disappeared.
"Boring thoughts, bypassing the Night Watcher, I still reap plenty."
The pink figure also vanished.
This meeting was almost fruitless.
Such is the nature of Evil Gods, they always do as they please, often engaging in shocking behaviors that don't suit their status.
Were they not, they wouldn't be worthy of being called Evil Gods.
Face is the most trivial thing to them.
Shadow stood in place, seemingly unmoved; clearly, this was expected.
"A bunch of fools, yet to understand the power of the Night Watchers."
