The space was a silent, frozen battlefield of tension. Four colossal, identical figures, the splitted souls of God Cosmos, surrounded a single, a little smaller, and now visibly nervous, Edgar.
The demon god, who had just been a behemoth, was now a little smaller that his former self, his stolen power spent, his arrogance shattered.
Sunny's four voices spoke as one, a chorus that echoed in the void. "Running away? You think you can leave?"
Edgar, who had been inching backward toward the spatial tear that led to the demonic realm, froze.
He knew he was beaten. He was outmatched, outsmarted, and outnumbered four to one by the very being he had come to mock.
"I will not attack now," Edgar's voice was no longer a roar, but a hurried, and almost pleading negotiation.
His crooked red smile was strained, "What can you even do? You cannot kill me if I do not attack you. It is a stalemate."
