The authority of the True Gods began to manifest itself, centered around that 'anchor' on the ground, revealing themselves shamelessly in the form of black mists, swarming flies, and various impurities before Pandora and the two silent observers, then suddenly spreading out.
They passed through mountains and rivers, crossed fields and walls, and in an instant scattered to every corner of the world. This was an act allowed by the Divine King, and from then on, perhaps the gods of the Underworld would no longer receive genuine worship from humans, but their existence itself would become an insignificant yet inescapable part of human civilization.
From now on, strife, hatred, calamity, lust, and deceit would run rampant in the Mortal Realm, not a distortion of thought, but a subtle and pervasive influence.
And compared to these intangible disasters, plagues and catastrophes would immediately unfold.
