"Sanatos is a pig!"
"Sanatos is even worse than a pig!"
"Sanatos is like a rotten eggplant root in the ground!"
"Sanatos is like used sheep intestines!"
...
For a time, the entirety of the institute's skies was filled with blasphemous obscenities, all of which were verbal attacks aimed at Sanatos without exception.
The variety was so extensive, the categories so complex, and the thoughts so profound that it left the Nissians present feeling utterly ashamed.
Could a human even come up with this?
The words lingered for a long while, flittering about like butterflies—obviously controlled by some highly exquisite shadow power.
But at this moment, the Nissians present had no time to appreciate this exquisite skill...
Their minds were wholly captivated by the sacrilegious words they heard.
Yes, Sanatos was a usurper, and in our hearts, we held only the Necromancer lady.
But no matter what, that was still a deity-level existence that founded the Netherworld...
