The surroundings were cold. All the gods felt their hearts racing. They realized that this was a battle where they weren't going to survive. Even if they put up a fight, there was no escape from this.
Still, they were filled with determination to not die for nothing. Even if they died, they wanted to die proudly. They weren't going to escape again.
The old man looked at the other gods next to him.
"This might be our last battle together. Even though I didn't expect our last battle to be this... But I feel proud that in this one last battle, we are together..."
The old man raised his hand, calling forth a Trident that was his own unique weapon.
The other gods also brought out their own unique weapon. In the meantime, Ezekiel didn't attack them. It was as if he was giving them time to get ready for the battle.
