Rowan scrutinized the pulsating tentacles and noticed that the white pus like substance it was secreting was reducing in volume and the tentacle was beginning to shrink, perhaps whatever methods the god was using to nourish the tentacle was now gone with his death, and now it would soon disperse.
When it did and this creature died, then the gaze of Boreas would be unleashed on this world. Knowing the state of Erohim when Rowan killed him, and the very fact that his first confrontation with a god barely lasted a fraction of a second, yet he was still feeling the effects even until this moment, he knew that even a god at full power was not something he could touch.
This was bad news. Rowan did not panic, after all this time, the presence of death was concerning to him, but it did not bother him, but he took his time to evaluate the rate of the tentacle creature's depletion and realized it would take at least an hour before it was all gone.
That was enough time, he intended to be far away from the planet in ten minutes.
The real question, however, was: What was Erohim hiding from the Boreas Family that was severe enough to cooperate with the number–one enemies of the gods? Why would the Demons care about a god on the verge of death anyway?
Rowan's eyes lit it. All roads pointed to the crumbling Divine Kingdom, it was the last safe harbor for the god, and whatever secrets that he was hiding would be there. He had already traveled every part of this world, and even its moons had nothing of value that he could find.
Before he left, Rowan looked around the place, the skull of the god had been scrapped until there was hardly anything left, it no longer had any value, or so he thought, but his Knowledge Well was discovering hundreds of unknown materials and energies inside the skull.
There were the tiniest fragments that were left behind of Erohim's true might, it would serve as a valuable source of information and power to him, when it was analyzed and understood, also the Spike used to pierce through the head of Erohim was made from an exceptional material.
He collected all that, also leaving the Anima behind, even though he was tempted to slice a part of, but he would rather not awaken the god in advance.
This Berserker Clone faded away as another consciousness went to sleep. It was time for battle.
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The moment Fury stepped into the fallen god Divine Kingdom, he was astonished by how bereft it was. There was hardly any trace of any Divine Force, even the size of it was so small, it was clear that the Bacchus Family had plundered this god even beyond the edge of death, and only its inherent divinity kept him alive.
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