Ray and Fin could guess what had happened next. Indra had left his home once more on a quest to see if the information was right. It could have been a trap, or it could have been just wrong information. But the Battle God Indra had still gone after it. He wanted to know if the information was right. When he arrived at the said location, his senses picked up nothing. After all, Zandor had been sealed off from the rest of the universe. Anyone who arrived at the world's coordinates would see nothing. But for some reason Indra was able to discern what many hadn't. If Ray and Butler Fin had to venture a guess, they would say it had something to do with the mysterious Sensor God. This god had somehow given Indra the ability to see what many wouldn't. Especially since this god's interference may actually be the explanation as to why Indra could call on the world will of Zandor for help.
If Ray and Butler Fin were right, then Indra located Zandor through the mysterious god's help, and confirmed that the information he had been given was correct. This had caused Indra to believe that this god had given him the right information. Which could also mean that the information he had been provided concerning how to seal Seth's godhead was likely accurate. He might as well depend on that since he had no idea how to deal with Seth.
"You aren't a Sensor God, and neither are you a Spiritual God. Which means you aren't able to cast leases that cloud one's senses and invade the mind. An artefact perhaps?" When Indra arrived here, Butler Fin scanned the god thoroughly. He found out to his amazement that Indra wasn't talented in the sensory art. 'So how was he able to cast Lucid Dreams', Butler Fin wondered at the time? And how was he able to invade the mind of a powerful Sensor God like himself. It seemed the answer was clear now. Indra had help. It was likely to be an artefact that he had been gifted by the mysterious god.
"Yes" Indra didn't see the need to hide this. Any good Sensor God will be able to tell that he didn't have talent with such power. His fighting style was more direct and very offensive. In this sense he was very similar to Ray. The father of Mane was also untalented in the sensory arts due to his fighting style. His mindset was not conditioned to use such means to battle. Just like Indra he preferred to strike at his enemies directly.
Butler Fin didn't press Indra for the name of the artefact that allowed him to use sensory leases. It was rude to ask a god to give up information on their tools. "If this information is indeed true, we can actually seal Seth's godhead. This would give us a good chance at killing the fiend." Ray stated. His words earned him nods from the two gods. If the information was right, then they would kill Seth once and for all.
"How much faith do you have in this information?" Ray wondered.
"I'm pretty confident. After all, she hasn't been wrong so far." Indra replied. He was right to be confident in the information he had received. When he ventured to this world, he thought he had been tricked until he followed her instructions and found the hidden Zandor. It was her information that led him to Shiva- although he couldn't disclose this. And everything he had done so far was done under her prior guidance. He had seen success after success. The only thing he didn't account for was the presence of three other gods- Ray, Alexis and Butler Fin. But he knew that it wasn't because she didn't know about them, rather she didn't feel the need to tell him. After all, she told him that he would have help when he arrived. And she was right about that too. It was due to this that he was more trusting of the elusive figure now. What he didn't know was her intentions. He could only hope that they were good.
"Alright then. Sealing the Dark God's godhead. Now that will be mighty fun." Ray smiled broadly as if he could already see the decapitated body of Seth before him.
Godheads were the foundation of every god���s divinity. It was the ground on which they built their power, and the source of their immortality. Once this power is sealed, a god can be killed. Sealing this power meant taking it away from the equation, so that it doesn't feed the god with limitless vitality. This was the only way to kill a god. Otherwise you'd just be fighting a battle you cannot win.
"This world is more interesting than I thought." A hooded figure sat lazily on a long chair as he indulged in the fruits that had been placed before him. He sat in a well-lit hall yet the brightness of the room did nothing to reveal his obscure figure. Although the hood did not cover his face fully, his appearance was blurry and hidden. His figure was that of a specter of the night, and even the bright light did nothing to cast any light on his cloaked self. There was light, yet his figure was darkened. He was like darkness itself, for it followed him everywhere.
"Master, it is as you had expected. The one known as Indra has met with the Brute King Ray." A figure interrupted the hidden figure's snack time with this piece of information. This figure had his head bowed slightly, making it difficult to see his face.
"Ah, I see. That's not unexpected. He needs allies if he wants to take me down." The one eating the fruits did not care about the information he had been given. He actually expected it, so it didn't come as a surprise that Indra had done what he did. He continued to eat his fruits without paying his subordinate any of his precious attention.
"You have come a long way. The power of darkness suits you." The master spoke after relishing an apple.
"It is all due to the grace of the Dark One. If not for your grace in taking me in, I would be dead by now, not to talk of growing stronger." The servant bowed deeper as he expressed his gratitude to his master.
Seth didn't seem to care about the praise. To him accepting someone of talent was just a way to accomplish his goals and satisfy his ambitions. It had nothing to do with generosity. That wasn't a trait he would associate with himself- generosity.
"You may leave" Seth waved his shadowy hand to dismiss his subordinate, who raised his head and proceeded to leave his master to his own devices. With his head raised his features could be made out. He was a handsome middle aged man with a serious look on his face. This man was familiar. He was the former head of the now destroyed Assassins Association!