The appearance of the Archgod significantly suppressed the terrifying aura of the Archdemon, and reignited the resolve of the Middle Earth's deities, who had been wavering moments ago. Greed flickered anew in their eyes as they fixed their gaze on Owen and Leslie.
Owen frowned slightly as he watched the Archgod's overwhelming presence descend upon them. He hadn't expected things to escalate to the point where figures as powerful as the Archgod would be drawn into the fray.
Leslie, too, felt immense pressure as she found herself locked in the gaze of the Archgod's golden eyes. Clenching her ice-forged spear tightly, she tightened the chains of frost that had been binding the Stella God and the Red-robed Cardinal. With a cold tone, she declared:
"Just a moment ago, one of them wanted Owen's possessions, and the other wanted him dead. Now you think a single word from you will make me let them go?"