"Slanderous bastard! You are speaking rubbish!"
Blood Nether snarled, unable to believe the words. And as if stung by her lack of faith, Konrad heaved another theatrical sigh.
"Am I? On the day the Nether Monarchs were butchered, the Nether Realm was left without its immortal leaders and fell into chaos. The War of the Six Realms had come to an end. But in that precise instant, Regretless became enlightened, went from Immortal to peak-stage Primordial God, transcended in three Primal Laws, and became the first Nephilim, thenceforth uniting the Nether Realm under an incomparably mightier banner.
How convenient, isn't it? Apologies but life is not a fairy tale. One doesn't go from non-deity to Quasi-Supreme in one day. Regretless was accumulating, waiting for the perfect moment to let his strength erupt. That moment was your father's death and he made a brilliant use of it. I must admit that I'm impressed.
