The clouds that swept through the hall were dyed a golden color. It was a representation of lingering regret. The expelled gods were still longing for their homeland. 

“Zeratul was defeated and Zik was resurrected.” 

Hanul’s expression was so calm that the three masters were surprised. 

‘I thought he would be laughing.’ 

He was the most straightforward about his feelings among the gods of the beginning. There were often criticisms of frivolity, but that was only from those who didn’t know great enjoyment. 

“Yes, it is too much humiliation. Even Asgard won’t be able to stand by.” 

“Dominion... no, Judar will move.” 

The three masters noticed it. Hanul was contemplating a departure. The timing was appropriate. After a series of unexpected incidents, Asgard’s defenses would be neglected for a while. It wasn’t bad to take this opportunity to invade Asgard. 

‘The moment we reach the west, our deity will rise significantly.’ 

The human beings of the western lands had great distrust in Asgard. They didn’t receive any help during the invasion of the demons. It was easy for them to be the new objects of worship. 

‘It isn’t enough just to discuss the odds.’ 

This opportunity might not come twice. The overlap between Zeratul’s defeat...