He needed blood, the blood of all the fallen gods, to restore the thicket of justice, and everyone, every god was defeated, but a new god, a spirit from another world overcame him, you overcame him

-Ugh...

The destroyer of the pantheon of deities Sumeru is now grabbed in a few meters from his spear, trying to take at least one breath while His rival holds him, tries to squeeze harder and crush his body, like a small gnat, a downed desert jackal

-Y-you, who else are you?

Cyno angrily exhales every word, propping himself up on his elbows and breathing loudly, heavily. Sounds and words echo in the ruined battlefield as he coughs up blood