"No matter what, become a God!" Krune shouted at them. "You have our full support."
"But how?" The Primal Gods replied in dejection. "None of us have the potential necessary to become a God. Everyone with even the least bit of potential had already been killed by the Mong Realm with the utmost priority."
"They did everything in their power to ensure we would never recover," a Primal God said before slumping to the ground. "Honestly, all of us are just tired of everything. Endless invasions. That has pretty much been our entire history."
"Let this just be our end. We have neither the power nor the energy to fight against them anymore…" The Primal God said when suddenly, he was sent flying by Krune's slap.
Grabbing hold of his collar, Krune pointed at the mortals, saying, "Look at their faces, see their expressions. They've suffered as well."
