Damon understood.
He stood no chance, and he was fine with that. Even he could not cross several ranks and challenge a god.
As one climbed higher in class advancement, the gap between ranks did not merely widen, it became absolute. Power stopped scaling linearly and began to spike violently. That gap made victory impossible.
A third class would never defeat a seventh class.
That truth was written into the universe itself.
But Damon did not need to.
Lazarak could.
And from the look of it, Lazarak had arrived already furious.
This was the god who despised the world's endless, senseless cycles of conflict. The one who had rebelled alone and nearly succeeded. He had done so without killing a single person or god.
Now he stood before another god once more.
When Lazarak pulled on Seraph Null's chains, the air screamed.
