The atmosphere on the battlefield grew eerily calm.0

As Leonard and Cenn Cruach stared each other down, no one could move freely. The otherworldly forces, with their heightened instincts, were unable to make a move, and even the allied forces couldn’t swing their swords or mutter a single spell.0

Every movement felt as though it could trigger the start of a catastrophe, and the pressure was so overwhelming it seemed as though their spines would snap under it.0

The Sword God of Cardenas, returning after a thousand years.0

The Great Evil God, barely crawling out from the pile of corpses of the God-Slaying War. 0

The two of them recognized each other immediately as enemies, and they both instinctively knew that once the battle began, it would only end with one of them completely destroyed.0

Unconcerned, Leonard saw this as the inevitable course of action, while Cenn Cruach looked visibly uncomfortable, as if it were hard for him to accept this reality. And understandably so.0

Cenn Cruach had endured millennia of waiting for a chance to regain his strength since the fall of the old age. He had borrowed power from the Outer Gods just to barely complete his divinity, yet now, the possibility of his own destruction stood before him. It was nothing short of a bitter irony.0

—O’ enemy.0

Thus, Cenn Cruach decided to negotiate first. It was...0