At that moment, within Dragon Star, the Pseudo-God suddenly opened her eyes. She had always been suppressing her rage because she had inexplicably lost the faith of over twenty thousand Black Dragons. The loss was not due to their deaths; rather, their faith had inexplicably vanished. Could they have collectively ceased to believe in her? But that was impossible! Even if it were the Giant's conspiracy, the disenchantment should not have been so tidy. After all, she had employed the Dragon Clan's most cherished curse. Unless something more enticing had drawn them, those foolish, devoted Black Dragons would never betray her.
Could it be that a Pseudo-God, like herself, had emerged in the middle plane?
The Pseudo-God was eager to know what exactly had happened. Just then, Elder Slite's faith suddenly appeared. He seemed extremely panicked, endlessly praying for the divine power to save him and return him to Dragon Star.
