“Goddess of Light, Rebecca! While you are asleep, your faithful servant is being subjected to all types of insults!!” 

The Prison of Eternity—it was the final destination for sinful gods. Even gods who were close to omnipotent, like Zeratul, were unable to escape from this place on their own. In the first place, it was a prison created to imprison the gods. The environment itself counteracted the gods. 

“Hurry and wake up to rescue me and defend your authority and honor! I, Martial God Zeratul, the one who will protect Asgard from the wicked who are running wild while you are away. Use me as your sword and wield me!” 

Martial God Zeratul was realizing that his power and authority were weakening in real time. The longer he spent in prison, the more he fell into an endless sense of loss. Thus, he was shouting to hide his shame. 

Please save me. 

“...Hexetia, how can you be okay?” 

The blacksmithing god, Hexetia—he had already been trapped here ‘for many years,’ but he was different from Zeratul. He was meditating calmly and was unfazed despite being in prison for a long time. It was a state where his mental training reached the limit. 

The old angel had great respect for Hexetia. He was a blacksmith, so he was fascinated by the God of Blacksmiths. It wasn’t only this simple reason. 

The Prison of Eternity—it was a very strange and scary space for the old angel to experience. 

Time stretched out like a piece of ...