The sea of fire raged fiercely, burning everything in its path.
The terrifying high temperature made even the watching gods feel the intense heat, causing them to retreat involuntarily, only Goddess of fire Glaire stood still, but her face was extremely grave.
"Glaive, between you and Atar, who is more powerful?" asked the South American Priest in a low voice as the flames illuminated his cheeks.
Glaive did not speak, as if she had not heard, and after quite a while, she finally said softly, "His flame's temperature is higher than mine!"
Higher than mine!
These simple three words had already explained everything.
For a god who played with fire, flame represented everything; the higher the temperature of the flame, the stronger the ability.
This was an inevitable relationship!
"This Atar is so formidable?" The South American Priest and Brahman exchanged looks, secretly shocked.
