Because, in this endless void, a terrible malice had converged. Before them it took the form of a blurred dark figure that silently passed by their side.
It passed by their thrones, between their thrones, without any hesitation.
'Step'
'Step'
The sound of feet stepping in the mud seemed both far and near, as if right beside their ears, yet emanating from the depths of the void.
It was like the footsteps of a lone walker, yet also like the despairing wails of countless beings.
In the sky's rift, the gods remained silent. Silently, they watched the blurred figure emerge from the crack and then disappear.
"What is that, a Demigod? No... a Demigod State?" A member of a Different Race stared incredulously at the rift, "Damn, what a monster!"
"He actually...split into a third form, the State of a Demigod!"
"Look, the void is trembling... Despair and malice are converging... How many believers does he have?"
"I... don't want to know."
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