The Void Progenitor was merely a sixth-stage demigod, far from the absolute peak of power. With that level of strength, standing against the Four-Faced Beast—the avatar of the four gods—was impossible.
Their auras weren't even in the same league.
"Does this mean the truly ancient bugs didn't consider the Titanion Realm worth their full attention?" Kaidric mused. Though he was only seeing a fraction of the bigger picture, that fraction was still reality.
"Is the Abyss condensing another Divine Mantle?" The Commander's thoughts drifted elsewhere. He wasn't concerned with the swarm, but with the Abyss's most guarded and taboo secret: the Divine Mantle.
"According to the elders' calculations, it will take at least another thousand years," Kaidric admitted. A millennium was an eternity to mortals, but to peak demigods like them, it was little more than a long nap.
"Aren't you going to fight for it?" The Commander turned to him.
