The moment Nebolex uttered the words "Fallen Primordial God", the eyes of every Devil in the throne room widened—shock, awe, and raw greed burning in their gazes.
Gods were mighty beings, worshiped by mortals as untouchable paragons capable of wonders beyond comprehension. To most, they seemed eternal and invincible. Yet the truth—known to the powerful who stood here—was more sobering. A God was simply a lifeform who had chosen the Path of Faith, using the belief of their subjects to forge a Divine Kingdom, a plane orbiting the world where their devotees live.
Their lifespans were vast, their power great, but in the eyes of Lords and higher beings, they were not invincible. A single Lord could destroy a God, and even a Superior Legend could cripple a divine realm by slaughtering its believers, severing the flow of faith that sustained it.
But a Primordial God—that was something else entirely.
