"So what do you want from me? To submit to him now and let him command me?" the Wolf deity retorted, then raised a rather sharp question, "Besides, how can you be sure that this Titan could advance to the Epic tier? We can't help him in his struggles in the Void. It will come down to him alone. If he falls, we..."
"Would become a laughing stock among the deities, right?" the Cold Crow deity retorted. As a deity, it could be considered quite young, but compared to mortals, it had experienced a long enough period to be wise. Plus, it was a deity of order, not a chaotic fool.
Therefore, it possessed wisdom that matched its strength, and the foresight expected of a deity. It understood the potential effects of investing in a legendary Titan.
"Indeed, the difficulty of becoming an Epic tier is clear to us both," the Frost Wolf deity's eyes were deep and distant. This was the bearing expected of a deity, even if it was once a mere extraordinary beast.
