The Overseer's words struck the deities like thunder. His voice, sharpened by desperation and millenias of repressed fear, drilled into their minds until all they could think of was survival.
One by one, their divine forms trembled.... not with reverence toward Gustav anymore, but with a reborn fury.
Fear had turned to rage.
Rage became courage.
Courage twisted into reckless defiance.
And then, they attacked.
It began with a single roar from the Deity of Tempests, a being whose true form stretched across an entire spiral arm of a galaxy. But that roar ignited the rest.
Stars dimmed
Nebulae twisted
Celestial forces rushed forward
—because every deity had joined the battle at once.
The universe itself became a battlefield.
The first surge of divine power crashed toward Gustav like an ocean made of suns, a wave of attacks so overwhelming that mortal senses would have disintegrated just from witnessing it. Over a dozen divine energies converged:
