Max intently listened to Zogaroth's story and even felt some pity for him at times. He had been wronged by Arandale to some extent according to his story account, but Max was not dumb enough to believe that every word coming out of that person's mouth was truth.
He took the entire story with a grain of salt and prevented himself from feeling any extreme emotions towards the tale.
" My condolences for your suffering... " Max said in the most serious tone that he could muster
" But you did perfect the sealing method of the god's in the end, yes? " Max asked with hope
" Indeed, I did master it! The only drawback is that the spell requires divine energy to be conjured, so in the end to fight a god one must become a god " Zogaroth said with a disappointed sigh as he looked at his own frail arms and feet.
Once being a tier6 powerhouse, Zogaroth could use his own creation, however, he could no longer do it in his current state.
