Their priority was to report back, not to engage in a suicidal battle. Just as the three angels were about to leave, two figures materialized behind them.
One was a human man wreathed in crackling purple lightning: Thunder, one of the Mage Guild's Seven Guardians.
The other, clad in heavy silver armor and radiating a holy aura, was the leader of the Holy Church, recently ascended to pseudo-godhood.
The three angels' expressions hardened as their auras clashed.
The golden barrier around the undead empire began to weaken. Thunder and the Holy Church leader attacked simultaneously.
A battle between pseudo-gods erupted.
Within the undead Imperial Capital, the lords watched the battle in awe.
"Is that... a god?"
They looked at Garethor on the plaza, his aura steadily intensifying, realizing that he, too, was about to become a pseudo-god. Alex's declaration had been more than just words.
