If a fight broke out then the outcome of the fight between individuals in rank [Lesser God] would be known in an approximation, but it wasn't something that those on the similar ranks wanted to risk finding out, as their wasn't any benefit to it—but even then, what they knew was a fact that their battles would have catastrophic after effects.
Excluding Beorhtric, there seemed to be none among the gathered, on the rank of a [Lesser God]! As everybody except Beorhtric had knelt at that unbelievably dense pressure that snatched away one's ability to even breath!
Helplessness marred the expressions of those who remained kneeling; even those who had gone immune to fear felt the emotion being rekindled with, as now knelt in front of someone who had stepped into the realm of Gods!
Facing Huxley, Beorhtric felt anxious since the scale between life and death now stood at nil.
The outcome had no benefits to Beorhtric, thus he stood calculating.
But,