Boris was the first to react, immediately stepping up to fulfill his role as the loyal lackey.
He had come to terms with the fact that, in combat, they couldn't offer Sterl any meaningful assistance. If that was the case, then at the very least, they needed to provide emotional value. Otherwise, what difference was there between them and useless dead weight?
The others quickly followed suit, using the most extravagant and flattering words they could muster to praise Sterl's unparalleled strength.
Sterl observed his followers' groveling with a faint smile. Unbeknownst to them, these so-called gods had already been reduced to nothing more than trivial garbage in his eyes, easily destroyed with a mere thought.
Still, being showered with relentless praise by his godly followers was rather enjoyable. At the very least, it lifted his spirits.
