Everything was nothing more than exploitation.
After calling forth the Origin Disaster, their abilities entered a cooldown period, rendering them unable to summon the Origin Disaster again for at least several decades.
He had no need for such trash.
When the opportunity arose, he would take over the Disaster Church. Now that the Disaster Church was left with only one Archbishop and a Pope whose whereabouts were unknown, it was most suitable for him to take over.
Let the "Lord's" glory become the sanctuary of their spirits.
While Ande was lost in thought, the flesh monster that had teamed up with the dukes smelled Ande's scent.
"Is he that guy's Agent?"
"Damn it!"
As for the several dukes, they too plotted their next moves in their hearts. It was clear some unexpected variables had shown up. Mel was from their side, and now it was a three-way standoff.
Who would have the last laugh?
Time ticked away by the second.
