The god's remnant soul was like one had locked a prisoner in an airtight prison. The first step was to open the prison to either slay or help this god run away.
Or, one could destroy the prison along with the god.
However, the transcendent was a power sparingly insufficient. Perhaps only legends could do it.
Panen finished speaking, and he looked at the excited players again.
He had wanted to use some methods to awaken the remnant souls of the gods, but he did not expect them to be so self-aware.
That was right. The gods had become the final means for the Heavy Shield Guild barbarians to turn the tables at the death of the transcendent.
It would be ridiculous not to try this trump card.
What would happen to the god? The god wouldn't care so much when this idiot got angry. It would slaughter one first.
One would vent one's anger even if this mission failed.
Richard knew the nature of these all too well as one of them.
