The meeting hall fell into silence.
"What did you just say?" Isolde asked again, his voice low, but his fingers clenched tight around his staff.
For the first time in a long while, the Grand Mage was sweating.
Grand Mages were among the strongest beings in existence, their power rivaling even the most terrifying creatures in Universal Descent.
But there were limits: clear, undeniable boundaries that none of them dared cross.
And fighting a god? That was one of them.
"I said I killed a God, and nothing happened," Alex repeated, his expression calm as if he was talking about the weather, "So, I don't see the big deal."
"The [Chosen Games] will happen regardless, and by the end, only one god will be left standing."
"You all knew that already."
A heavy tension spread through the room.
The Grand Mages exchanged looks, some trembling, others gripping their staffs as if preparing for the worst.
They had all heard the rumors.
The [God of the Abyss] had died.
