"Kysar, you fool! Call out the other three traitors hiding behind you. How do you still not see it? They never trusted you!"
The Lifeless Dreadgod's voice cracked like a thunderbolt in Kysar Archbishop's ears. A brief moment of hesitation, and his resolve hardened.
"The veil is lifted," Kysar called out. "There's no point in hiding!"
"I know you've been siphoning the World Essence. Our Hope rests with the Titanion Realm, and I won't tolerate any missteps." He glanced toward the Titanion Realm's World Tree roots. Ever since their confinement, the colossal roots had writhed endlessly, fighting against the bindings of the four gods.
Within the gods' domain, three demigod phantoms materialized. They stared grimly at the rising mass of The Headsman's Block and the towering Divine Idols upon it.
"Maximilien, The Headsman's Block is under your domain," one of them said. "Did you not foresee this?"
