Before long, the vision of twinkling stars and the ancient aura suffusing the Star Realm slowly faded.
The many Upper Rank Gods withdrew their gazes.
Zorn's gaze swept across the Trees of the Magic Ring and the projections of the dozen or so Divine Spirits. He spoke in a clear voice.
"My friends, fellow Upper Rank Gods, while you each preside over vast territories in your Worlds,"
"if you merely hole up in these Worlds and refuse to join the tides of war in this Era of Mythology, you will never be able to inscribe an Ancient Sacred Mark. The path to becoming an Ancient God will be closed to you."
"You've all seen the war on the Star Dust Plateau clearly. The two great realms are in steady retreat."
"Why not join our Calamity Court Realm? Participate in the war against the two realms of the Eternal Curtain Star Remains. You might even be able to inscribe some Ancient Sacred Marks in this conflict, giving you a great hope of ascending to the rank of Ancient God in the future."
