At the forefront, the God of Light radiated a blinding brilliance. The golden light, like countless fine needles, pierced through endless ti and space, making scalps tingle and eyes ache—nearly impossible to look at directly.
All the human deities combined their strength and poured most of the Will of All Beings into him, pushing his combat power to a transcendent level—like he was being lifted by all living beings to stand at the peak of the world.
His voice, carrying a warning, echoed in Owen's ears. Owen said nothing, only looked at him with calm indifference.
"Owen, I know how deeply you care for Leslie. But once she becos the Dominator, she will no longer be Leslie—she will beco an emotionless sovereign. She will no longer be the woman you love."
The Lord of Stars, once a close friend of Owen's, sighed and tried to persuade him as well.
Though many of them shared personal bonds with Owen, all the gods had gathered here—and the God of Light had even burned his own lifespan—just for this one lifelong pursuit.
The Dominator must be destroyed. That was an unchangeable truth—no matter who stood in the way.
The War Goddess looked at Owen, who remained unmoved, and spoke in a stern and resolute voice:
"Owen, Leslie is about to beco the Dominator. Once that happens, defeating her will beco imnsely difficult. Everything we've sacrificed will be in vain. Please understand—this is a tidal wave of fate, not sothing any individual can resist!"
Her voice carried the weight of countless battles, bloodshed, and fallen comrades—all lost in their struggle to defeat The Celestial and destroy the Dominator's Throne. It was a burden Owen couldn't begin to comprehend.
Now that the opportunity was finally here, anyone who dared beco Dominator—must be eliminated.
There was no other path.
"Owen, we've always been friends. There's no need to turn against each other. If you just step aside, we'll still be allies. Once the Dominator is gone, the world will belong to the next generation—you."
Another Primordial God, speaking earnestly, tried to appeal to reason.
Owen's talent and strength were unmatched. Even The Celestial, who had oppressed them for countless ages, had fallen to his hand.
He should have been the hero.
But if he stood in their way now… then even a hero must beco an enemy.
They had waited far too long for this mont.
As all the pressure of these gods mounted upon Owen, Venus clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to speak up for him, but she understood all too well the price her father and the others had paid—the countless hardships they'd endured.
Even if she did speak, it would change nothing.
She already had a feeling what choice Owen would make.
And because she knew, her worry only deepened.
Owen's power was terrifying. But her father and the others, empowered by the Will of All Beings, were no longer who they once were either.
If they truly clashed… Venus didn't know what the outco would be. She didn't even dare to imagine it.
As more and more eyes fell upon him, Owen suddenly revealed a faint smile—but that smile sent a chill through many hearts. A bad feeling swept over them.
"People of Divine Mountain, hear my command!"
Owen's voice spread out like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples across the cosmos.
The warriors of Divine Mountain imdiately straightened, answering in unison:
"Mountain Lord, we're here!"
Though they didn't know what decision Owen would ultimately make, ever since they had elected him as Mountain Lord, they had vowed to follow his command—without question.
Even if it ant death, they would obey without hesitation.
In an instant, every warrior from Divine Mountain ignited the elental power within them to its peak. Their magical artifacts glead with radiant light, bursting into a rainbow of colors.
In this mont, this once-feared ancient faction—who had once suppressed countless powers in the distant past—finally reclaid their forr glory in this new era.
Seeing them ready for battle, the expressions of the God of Light and the others turned heavy.
The Divine Mountain warriors were no joke. Backed by ancient divine artifacts, their power was formidable—even the gods found them difficult to face in a life-or-death battle.
More importantly, they were supposed to be allies, not enemies. If they ended up truly fighting each other, it would be a tragic loss—no matter who fell.
But for the sake of their ideals, the God of Light and the other Primordial Gods activated the [Order] within them to the limit, radiating terrifying divine fluctuations.
From afar, the ancient starry sky looked like two colossal beasts, locked in a standoff.
And just as the situation reached a breaking point—
Owen's voice rang out again.
"Everyone, go back."
"There are people waiting for at ho."
At those words, the warriors of Divine Mountain froze.
What did the Mountain Lord an?
Was he giving up?
But that couldn't be—based on everything they knew, the Mountain Lord was not soone who gave up so easily.
"Mountain Lord, what do you an by this?"
The forr Chief of Divine Mountain asked in confusion.
"You've already given so much today. After finally escaping that abyss of darkness, you deserve to enjoy your new lives. Leave now."
Hearing these words, the chief and the others understood.
Owen wasn't retreating.
He just didn't want them to sacrifice themselves.
"Mountain Lord, we are your people. If you stay, how can we leave?"
"Exactly. Even if this battle is dangerous, every one of us from Divine Mountain has been prepared to die since birth. There's no need for you to bear it all alone!"
The chief and others all spoke in turn.
Their eyes burned with unwavering resolve, their fighting spirit blazing like a roaring fire.
Owen's gaze swept across their faces, then he said softly:
"I brought you out of the Demon Abyss not to fight for —but so that you could live freely. This… is a personal matter. You all should go. Help guard the Azure Kingdom—that's the ho Leslie and I built together. It's your ho now, too."
At these words, many of the Divine Mountain warriors' eyes grew red with emotion.
But they could tell Owen was serious—he didn't want them involved.
So they all solemnly nodded.
"Mountain Lord, rest assured. We will protect Azure Kingdom with our lives!"
Seeing Owen like this, the Lord of Stars said quietly:
"Owen, if you step aside today, you'll still be hailed as a hero of this campaign. You and your people can leave safely. We can still be friends."
But before he could finish, Owen shook his head.
"There's no need to say more. Wherever Leslie is, that's where I'll be. If you raise your hand against her—it's the sa as raising it against ."
With that, Owen firmly gripped the Godslayer Sword, now rged with the Fla Sword, and stared directly at the God of Light and the other gods.
Like an immovable monunt, he blocked their path.
Seeing Owen so resolute, the Lord of Stars sighed in regret.
"Owen, your stubbornness will be your death."
With the boost from the Will of All Beings, their power had reached a terrifying peak.
Owen had only just fought The Celestial and had not yet recovered. He had no chance of defeating them all.
The other gods, gazing at the figure standing in their way, also shook their heads in regret.
Owen's talent and power—if he died here—it would be a heartbreaking tragedy.
They had seen countless geniuses in their lives.
But none compared to Owen.
His rate of growth and combat prowess far exceeded even the most extraordinary prodigies they had ever encountered.
He felt like soone sent by the heavens to save them from The Celestial's tyranny.
After all, it was Owen who had slain The Celestial.
He had done what even a union of gods could not.
His power and achievents alone were enough to be rembered for eternity.
And yet, for Leslie—Owen now stood on the opposite side of them all.
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