The believers were busily preparing to save themselves and flee, and their leaders, the Ancient Gods, now had no spare time to care what these believers were doing.
Each of them, like the God of Decay and the God of Ambush before, had this understanding of the television:
"What is this thing"—"There are such good things?"—"Isn't this made just for me!"—"My era is about to dawn"—"Jailbreak mode, activate!"—"God of Fiction, you're nothing but a clay chicken and pottery dog!"—"This era is named after the XX God!"
The Ancient Gods' thoughts coincided without any consultation; they were sick and tired of the incessant darkness of the pit where they were squatting. Thus, each Ancient God began confidently eroding their television, and their wills met in the virtual signal world built by the torrent of faith!
The state of the Ancient Gods at this moment was like sneaky students doing great things behind the teachers' (God's) backs.
