Deep within the Divine Realm.
The moment the figure condensed and appeared, the Time Goddess, Chronoa—who had been wearing a playful smile—froze, her expression turning serious.
Beside her, the God of Law and Principle, Nemeshil, also looked grim.
"No way… that guy still exists?"
From Chronoia's cherry-colored lips came words laced with disbelief.
"What should we do?"
Even Nemeshil sounded a little lost.
"What do you mean, what should we do? Strictly speaking, we're not really enemies with him."
"But what if he's dissatisfied with the current Unified Divine Realm? What if he's unhappy with the laws governing the world now? If he interferes with the Unified Divine Realm or the many other worlds, doesn't that make him our enemy?!"
At that point, Nemeshil's bewildered expression was replaced by a stern one.
It was as if he had already taken this hypothetical as inevitable, and his gaze toward the image of the Undead King within the glowing membrane became hostile.
"Enemy? Then go fight him yourself. I just hope you can handle his transcendent spirit form without getting your head bashed in."
"What's with that tone, Chronoa? I'm not the clueless kid I used to be. I'm now a true God of Law—countless times stronger than I was before, I—"
"Then I'll open a time-space gate for you. I'll be counting on you to take care of it, oh mighty God of Law~"
Chronoa suddenly shifted into a fangirl-like mode, fluttering her eyelashes at Nemeshil with exaggerated anticipation.
Seeing her act like that made Nemeshil lose his composure. He even saw Chronoia seriously preparing to open the time-space gate, and cold sweat began to pour down his face.
Internally, he was cursing her—couldn't she show a little mercy?
If he really had to go alone, Nemeshil had no confidence. That was basically a death sentence!
"Hmph. Fighting is so crude. As the God of Law—"
"You're just scared of dying. Why are you making excuses?"
"Who's scared of dying?! You—!"
"Then go already."
The two gods began bickering loudly, which flustered the High Goddess Ishtar.
Honestly, with the emergence of that being, she was now less worried about Ariadoa's predicament. Though both were referred to as Demon Kings, they were vastly different in nature.
That being loathed senseless slaughter and the oppression of the weak.
He saw such behavior as nothing more than the pathetic outbursts of losers. The title of Demon King was given to him not because of evil deeds, but because he rebelled against the governing laws of the world at the time.
He launched a "fall from heaven" against the gods, who functioned more like emotionless programs, thus earning the title "Demonic King of Chaos," disruptor of cosmic order.
And what was the law of the world back then? In short, every being was assigned a fixed role at birth, unchangeable for life. For example, if you were born a lumberjack, then that was your fate—everything you did had to be related to chopping wood.
"F-Fine, I'll go! Open the gate!"
That voice snapped Ishtar out of her memories and back into panic.
The being hadn't necessarily become an enemy yet. If Nemeshil really went to provoke him, it could trigger a catastrophe far worse than the Unified Divine War.
Seriously—why couldn't Chronoa and Nemeshil get along just a little?
"Sigh… You two, that's enough~"
A sudden sigh silenced the quarrel. The two gods looked like scolded children, lowering their heads slightly in guilt.
The sigh came from another supreme being of the Deep Divine Realm—a figure even smaller than Chronoa, dressed in a long white robe, with a pair of giant wings disproportionate to their petite body.
But what was most striking was their face—split down the middle.
One half looked like a young boy, the other like a young girl. Their hair also followed suit: one side short, the other reaching down to the waist.
This being was none other than the Creator God of the Deep Divine Realm—Brahma.
"That wasn't truly him—Arthas. It was merely the lingering soul force left within a weapon. Most likely, it was resisting being misused and was delivering judgment to its wielder."
Brahma's explanation allowed Ishtar to breathe a sigh of relief. She also noticed Nemeshil visibly relax, whereas Chronoa looked slightly disappointed.
Just then, Ishtar heard footsteps—a fifth presence entering. From the temple gates came a figure who showed no reverence toward the three divine beings already present.
"Why'd you call me?"
The voice dripped with irritation. In the entire Unified Divine Realm, only one person could speak like that—the Goddess of Destruction, Valkyrie.
Without waiting for an answer, she walked up next to Ishtar. Upon seeing the image in Chronoa's light screen, her expression changed slightly.
"I knew it. I was wondering why I got called over. So the house is on fire, huh."
Clicking her tongue, Valkyrie's expression turned savage.
"So we're fighting that monster? This time I can go all out, right? No more holding back?"
Her voice trembled—not from fear, but from excitement. She was practically a maniac craving battle and destruction.
As the Goddess of Destruction, it was in her nature to destroy. But within the Unified Divine Realm, all the rules and regulations kept her from unleashing her true nature.
Now, with someone worthy of being a target for her built-up destructive urges over tens of thousands of years, she was ecstatic—even if it meant risking her life. Destruction came first.
She—Valkyrie—was burning with the desire to feel the thrill of destruction and the pain of battle.
"Hurry up, Chronoa! Open the portal!!"
As she shouted, silver energy surged from Valkyrie's body. She looked ready to explode with divine power.
Chronoa rolled her eyes in response and muttered, "Lunatic…"
"Don't come any closer, or I won't be polite!!!"
Noticing the weird look in Valkyrie's eyes, Chronoa stepped back with her hands over her chest, glaring angrily.
"Sorry, Valkyrie, you're not going there to fight… I just need you to retrieve the weapon."
Brahma's words deflated her excitement. She had assumed that the vanished being had returned.
"If that weapon attacks me, I won't hold back."
"Preferably not. If the twisted power within it hasn't been fully destroyed, and it falls into the hands of someone—especially an evil god—it could be catastrophic."
"Oh? So if I completely destroy it, it's fine?"
"Valkyrie, you're not planning to destroy the whole world with it, are you?"
Sensing Valkyrie's intentions, Chronoa's face darkened.
"What's the big deal? That world only has the imperial capital left. Just relocate the survivors to another one."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"My mind is fine, but—"
"Please bring it back intact, Valkyrie."
Brahma's voice turned serious, cutting off their squabble.
With a disgruntled pout, Valkyrie clicked her tongue.
"Fine, I got it."