All of the albi in Bodhi’s body appeared to be shaking, his every drop of blood bellowing. The blood of the fiendgods that flowed in his veins was the very same that flowed in his ancestors' across two hundred thousand years, collected and distilled through the generations. Not a single drop of blood belonged to Bodhi himself.

"If I don't go against them, won't we never achieve our goal?" Little You asked, confused.

"Little You, there are some things in this world that can only be achieved through deception and tricks. You don't have to pay too much attention to the details. When it works out, I’ll...