The moment Amon stepped onto the battlefield and ascended to godhood, the entire world trembled. The disturbance was so overwhelming that every battle came to a halt.
Whether it was the armies of House Solaris, the Alliance forces, or the Demon Empire, all eyes turned toward the heavens as the world itself began to change.
No one felt that shock more keenly than Zuphil, the Mist Warlock.
He had been observing Ravenna and Yeon's battle from afar, ostensibly acting as a reserve should Ravenna require assistance. In truth, however, he had no intention of intervening.
He was merely hiding from the Goddess.
No, he was hiding from Heaven itself.
Yet the instant he sensed Amon's ascension, the calm mask he wore shattered.
And that wasn't all.
'Joroxin... lost?'
A sneer appeared on Zuphil's face as he sensed the Prophet's death.
There was no grief, no regret… Only amusement.
But what truly stunned him came next.
The boundless divinity pouring from Amon.
