In the Backworld, countless beings gradually snapped out of their initial shock.
After all, the overwhelming presence of the gods had now faded away. The suffocating pressure that weighed upon them was finally lifted.
When faced with gods, very few lives could remain calm. In truth, most beings, when encountering a god, would collapse to the ground, trembling and unable to entertain even the slightest stray thought.
But once the gods left, hushed whispers began to circulate among the gathered creatures.
"Tell me, just what kind of existence is Lord Crossbridge?"
"Five gods appeared just now, and all of them manifested because of him!"
Since the gods had not deliberately blocked their mind power during their exchange, the denizens of the Backworld had overheard the legends being spoken.
"This Lord Crossbridge must be a god himself. And if not, then he is certainly a being of extreme importance."
