In the Soul Space, the Master God of the Crow Realm, Ulysses, was struggling in terror.
A Melter that looked plain and simple spurted Flames before him, but as a divine entity, even with only a Residual Soul remaining, he could still feel the terrible Rule Power within the Melter's Flames.
In his current state, even a single spark from the Flames would reduce him to nothingness.
"What is up with this youngster, and why does he have such a terrifying thing in his soul?" Ulysses cried out in horror.
Such a status was something that, even in the Pantheon, only a Divine King would possess. Why was it now appearing in someone who was not even a Demigod?
But before he could figure it out, another dreadful piece of news arrived.
He could clearly sense that only a single body separated him from a World Will, and that World Will was vast, even larger than the World Will of his own Crow Realm. If he dared to step out, he would be shattered to pieces in less than a second.
