The great number of heroes surrounded the double of the Lord of Glory and Saleen heard gulping sounds from them. There was without doubt that the heroic spirits had no saliva, but they nonetheless retained the desire to eat. But then again, it was easy to tell that they were simply making those sounds to scare the Lord of Glory's double.
"Grandmaster, there're so many of us and there is only one him. How do you suppose we carve him out?" A warrior was unable to help but asked.
"We'll cut him up, of course," a mage answered.
"No, no, no. This is a light-element god. Cut him up and he would just piece himself back together."
"Yeah, not like we can chew him up or anything," someone who had been a death mage when they were still alive had flickering flame for eyes, and they stuck out their tongue at the Lord of Glory.
"His divine persona fragment is in the ball on his hand!" Saleen pointed at the Lord of Glory's double and said.
