Chapitre 1047: A Formidable Bizarre Technique

"Can you explain what sort of atrocity is transpiring here? You have one minute," Orion said, turning his attention to the winged Dragmin perched in the corner of the ceiling.

Nahe frowned deeply at Orion's demand. The time it had taken to secure the captives had allowed him to regain his composure and assess the situation more clearly.

Even the remaining gods' chosens had managed to quell their fear, eyeing the two figures before them with cautious expressions. Only three gods' chosens remained, apart from the eight seated within the runes.

"There is nothing to explain. All of this has transpired because of Paradise's own faults. Do you think we would simply kneel and bow our heads just because our Emperor has been captured and our Runaway City subjugated? A true leader scales any trial, no matter how mighty, regardless of the sacrifices required."