The God of War roared unrestrained. Every single god could feel their authority frantically draining away, yet they couldn't find a way to break free. Even though they didn't want to keep attacking at this point, they seemed to have no way to sever this connection. A massive sense of crisis hung over every god.
"War, do you want to destroy this world?! If you keep this up, there won't be any living beings left in this world, understand? The whole process might only take less than a day, but to restore faith to its current state might take a hundred thousand years, a million years, or even longer."
One sentence cut to the core interest between mortals and gods. Protecting mortals allows gods to harvest faith, and faith is the key to maintaining a god's survival—a perfect cycle. But hearing these words come from the God of Destruction felt somewhat strange.
