"This is why the old gods are needed. These fools don't know how to handle this world. They will ruin it" The god of sword said with a stern look on his face.
Creating a pseudo-host is no small thing.
"We should go… we didn't go through all this trouble just to let these humans destroy themselves," The god of shield said coldly.
Everyone agreed and just as they were about to leave, they heard a sound.
Crack!
Crack!
They all turned and saw a lean figure seated in a cross-legged position with unrealistically long red and silver hair.
The hole on his chest was covered up, alongside his wounds but unlike before his eyes weren't silver and red, they were both red!
Grrrrrrrr!
Armanthos was yet to acknowledge the presence of his enemies yet they felt extremely threatened. They felt like they were in the presence of a primordial beast.