The pinnacle of the World Tree.
Herodotus sat on the throne, motionless for several days, conducting deductions.
Using information provided by the spy Sylph.
They had seen those three kinds of life—hardest, most immortal, strongest in bursts. When fully awakened, this ancient being like gods and demons, wielding a blade against the gods, they were bound to be defeated.
A sense of impending doom lingered in the gods' hearts.
"In terms of combat power, no matter what ability we develop in the short term, we cannot surpass the opponent."
"Then, the only hope is a faster speed."
Only speed is the only way to victory.
No matter how strong the Great Demon Monarch is, as long as they surpass in speed, they have a chance to win.
Perhaps they need to enter the next era of civilization, find the third Awakening, to have a hope of survival!
Herodotus remained secluded with half of the members, ignoring the outside world.
