ln addition to these subordinate gods, several of the Demonic Wolf's offspring were present, all Sequence 2 angels, including Gozlat among them.
But no one dared to cause trouble at this moment—the Demonic Wolf had already killed more than one of its own kin.
All the subordinate gods and angels obediently ascended to the mountaintop, where the Demonic Wolf's temple stood.
Amanises passed through a veil of mist, and the scene before her opened up.
This was a magnificent architectural complex, even by the standards of later eras, teeming with countless giants, elves, and other extraordinary beings. Palaces, cooking fires, markets—this was the domain of a god!
The moment they set foot here, the entire city-state fell silent.
All creatures froze, lifeless, their bodies turning in unison, empty gazes fixed on Amanises and the others.
"Aurmir!
War!"
A divine oracle issued from every mouth, coalescing into a wave of sound that swept across the mountain range. Every living being in the region heard the terrifying proclamation.
Countless low-tier extraordinary creatures exploded, bursting into blood mist. The crimson tide stained the mountain range, and from the depths of the temple, a will brimming with violence and destruction awoke.
In the eyes of the four subordinate gods, the darkness at the heart of the grand temple stirred. A frenzied, bloodthirsty aura profoundly affected their mental states.
The God of the Dead fared better, unburdened by direct suppression.
The Dark Demonic Wolf and Antigonus shed Spirit Body Threads incessantly, writhing and exploding in madness before reforming as specks of light, returning to their bodies in an endless cycle.
Amanises showed similar signs. Her body seemed to transform into a pure eight-legged demonic wolf, with darkness and secrecy chaotically surging. The souls she shepherded wailed and shattered!
In that moment, Amanises even exhibited traces of madness.
Of course, this was all an illusion. Amanises's mental state remained stable, but why would she reveal a flaw here?
In such a moment, if she didn't feign a touch of madness, how could she blend in?
"Ankewelt! Soniathrym!" These were two ancient gods, having fused multiple pathway materials. Though slightly less insane than the Demonic Wolf, they were equally frenzied and cruel.
In the deep darkness, two blood-red, crazed gazes ignited. Beyond the darkness, another force stirred, peering into fate.
This surge of fate's power intensified the Demonic Wolf's madness, its aura of destruction growing ever stronger.
War and slaughter were commonplace for the ancient gods of this era. The subordinate gods and angels, accustomed to it, showed no surprise, waiting silently.
The aura of fate continued to ripple, the Spirit World descending, turning the city-state into a surreal, kaleidoscopic realm where puppets exploded, becoming part of the Spirit World.
The Demonic Wolf, occupying the Fool pathway, held partial authority over fate, using it to peer into the outcome of this war.
All the angels bowed their heads, awaiting the Demonic Wolf's command.
Amanises's gaze remained calm and serene, devoid of excess emotion.
"Roar!" After an indeterminate time, the Demonic Wolf let out a furious bellow from within the mist, a strange power emanating outward.
Amanises's eyes dulled, standing in a daze as if she'd forgotten her purpose for coming here.
Her instincts struggled, urging a defensive stance, but a subtle suggestion held her back, preventing resistance.
The others were similarly affected. Antigonus stared blankly at his father's puppets, feeling they should be hung up for greater elegance.
The God of the Dead gazed skyward, likely pondering the profound philosophical question of whether phoenixes counted as birds.
Gozlat, eyeing the back of the Goddess of Misfortune, began to doubt himself, finding this enemy, blending human and demonic wolf aesthetics, less hateful.
Creatures beyond the angels fared worse, losing all intellect and sense of self, reduced to fools.
But this power was unstable, unable to persist long. The next moment, the subordinate gods and angels regained their wits, bowing in awe without a trace of discontent.
This was the Demonic Wolf's "Fooling" authority, incomplete but terrifyingly potent against these subordinate gods and angels.
"…" Amanises's pupils contracted sharply, concealing all emotion to restore her calm demeanor.
"Advance toward the Giant King's Court!"
The Demonic Wolf's frenzied, crimson eyes swept over the subordinate gods and angels. Fortunately, the wolf was mad, not foolish, and refrained from harming them.
These angels were needed to gather "cannon fodder" for the war and couldn't die yet.
"Destruction above all!" The subordinate gods and angels dared not say more, retreating respectfully.
The Demonic Wolf's eyes remained blood-red, flickering in the mist. Ancient gods were mad, but they retained a baseline rationality—they simply didn't need it.
"Chaos Sea!" The Demonic Wolf's madness unabated, it gazed toward an unknown realm above the Spirit World. "Sefirah Castle!"
These were the two Sefirot currently perceptible.
The Chaos Sea lay hidden at the earth's core, polluting all who entered, while the Sefirah Castle hung above the Spirit World, impossible to find.
"Ankewelt and Soniathrym must have no chance!"
The Demonic Wolf's rationality surfaced, reaching this conclusion, but madness soon reclaimed it. Its body, shrouded in mist, collapsed and reformed, its Spirit Body Threads wailing as illusory tentacles struck the void.
"Sefirah Castle! Sefirah Castle!"
The desire to grasp what could only be seen drove the Demonic Wolf deeper into madness.
The Dragon of Imagination and the Elf King had felt the same, but now, with the Chaos Sea stirring, they had an opportunity.
Yet the Demonic Wolf still couldn't reach it!
Its destructive desire burned fiercely, enveloping the entire divine kingdom in a terrifying will.
Amanises ignored it all, evading several demonic wolves to return to her temple, cloaking herself in secrecy.
Only then did her emotions truly erupt.
"Demonic Wolf…" Amanises's emotions surged, murderous intent rising. Only in this place did she dare harbor such thoughts.
The Fooling authority was nearly insurmountable for her now, capable of stripping her intellect and robbing her of her prized composure at any moment.
"Soon!" Her emotions quickly calmed. Reflecting, she noticed a difference in herself.
"My emotions are richer…" The Goddess chuckled softly. This wasn't a bad thing. She hadn't been in this world long, and the scenes of her past life remained the clearest in her memory.
Some time later, the Goddess of Misfortune emerged from her temple, clad in a war skirt, wielding a giant scythe. Under the cover of night, she led the many extraordinary beings of the Darkness pathway on an expedition to the Giant King's Court.
(End of Chapter)