Understood...
Watching the magpie suddenly stop answering questions properly and start rambling, the hope that had just risen in the eyes of the gods of the Slaughter King Association was completely extinguished.
Judging by the magpie's performance, it's not that we fought hard and couldn't win, but rather we were utterly powerless against the Food God. We might only have caused him a slight injury, hardly making any attacks that could threaten his life.
With such a vast discrepancy in strength, and the Food God about to ascend to godhood, how are we supposed to survive?
Oh, we are all already dead... that's fine then...
Confronted with a scenario where we were outnumbered a hundred to one and still slaughtered like pigs, the gods in the Watcher's Palace, literally half-dead, were at a loss for words.
After the third long, suffocating silence, White Snake, slumped in his seat, was the first to speak, faintly saying:
"Actually... we do still have a chance to be resurrected..."
