A colossal storm submerged everything within sight, as the entire sky fell into chaos and darkness; the sea level kept rising, and the end times seemed to edge closer.
The gods were frenzied by what they saw before them.
In the chaotic scene, they could no longer see the figure of the Great Angel Schiller, sensing that the Great Angel was trapped in the storm, unable to struggle free even as he exhausted all his means, unable to grasp direction amidst the fierce winds.
And the three deities that opposed the Great Angel had yet to unleash their full strength.
Whether it was the Storm Domain of Storm God Utus, the trump cards of the Earth God Lorri, or the Twin Victory Swords of the God of Victory Laiendos, none had yet to be fully employed before gaining a great advantage.
The gods had anticipated this outcome early on.
Besting Great Angel Schiller seemed inevitable.
"We... should not just best him..."
A voice arose from nowhere, about to spark a new tidal wave,
