Seven terrifying figures clashed in the sky, their immense divine power rippling outward, wreaking havoc on the surroundings. Mountains crumbled, the earth cracked, and the heavens themselves seemed to darken under the weight of their might.
Even from miles away, Alex could sense the terror of a pseudo-god's power. She couldn't even begin to imagine the immense devastation once caused by the battle on the continent of Arcadia.
The pseudo-gods' divine power was imperfect, tainted with impurities.
But Alex had no choice. She had used Godheads to create pseudo-gods as a quick fix for the undead empire's immediate needs.
She still had five Godheads, enough to create five more pseudo-gods, but that required slaying at least ten more Sovereign level or higher enemies.
As she pondered this, Skoll watched the battle intently, his gaze fixed on the weakening Dracula. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
