Before the dark waves stained the western ocean of the Divine Realm, the God of Defilement and the God of Chaos stood atop the Draken sea monster, gazing toward the distant golden boundary. In the calm before the storm, memories of the outcasts suddenly flooded back.
Epochs ago, the God of Defilement had purified the universe's energy layers, but his bluntness and somewhat dark mana were considered an "insult" to the purity of the Divine Realm by the supreme gods. They stripped him of his divine status and banished him to the Dark Side without a word of pity. The God of Chaos, born to balance the laws, was seen as a seed of rebellion. They were driven to the brink, until the God of Evil appeared, giving them a chance to reclaim justice. It was their hatred and desire to overthrow the false throne that bound them together under an ultimate pact.
"It's time to reclaim what those bastards owe us," the God of Defilement said coldly, his eyes blazing with a grayish hue.
The battle in the West erupted when they officially crossed the boundary. Unlike the rapid collapse of the East, the Western front was infinitely more difficult. The Supreme God of the Ocean and the Water Dragon King had laid a vast net of water warfare. Towering Golden Mana waves, tens of thousands of miles high, continuously crashed down, completely suppressing the original defiled power.
Despite facing numerous obstacles against the sacred waters, with their honed resilience, the two fallen gods gradually regained the upper hand. The God of Defilement began to inject decay into the sea, transforming the golden waves into a pitch-black color, stifling the pace of the Divine Realm's army's attacks at crucial moments.