"Before, I was the one hunting others; now, am I finally facing retribution?"
"And... these people have lost all their divinity. Is this catastrophe truly the prophesied end?"
"The separation of the upper and lower realms forcibly weakened the power of the calamity, but in the end, it created an unprecedented disaster. How ironic."
Gloria wore an expression of resignation. She had come to terms with her desperate situation; given her ability to strike against other gods to evade the calamity, it seemed only reasonable that she would also become prey.
Even the filthy words of the three other gods didn't particularly bother her. Although no one had touched her physical form, the many years of her divine existence had nearly worn down Gloria's humanity; purity meant nothing to her now.
Theoretically, it should have been this way. Yet for some reason, a flicker of fear and resistance, accompanied by a feeling of disgust, began to rise within Gloria.
She was terrified of death.
The thought of those three twisted-faced gods tearing her garments and savagely attacking her made her want to vomit!
The clash of these two emotions left her feeling unsettled, confused, and afraid. This strange turmoil felt utterly bizarre to Gloria!
After all, she had faced enemies who coveted her beauty and had encountered near-death situations before, yet she had remained remarkably calm in those moments. Now, however, Gloria found herself inexplicably overwhelmed with chaotic emotions.
Still, this detail was something the goddess strangely overlooked. She continued to focus her energy on the battlefield.
From the eyes of the other three gods, she saw madness and a barely perceptible flicker of flame.
Did she begin to realize something?
These three gods were not right.
Although Gloria claimed to have erased her memories concerning the human race on Earth, in truth, it was merely an act facilitated by "David."
The gaze of the upper realms was omnipresent. Gloria knew she was likely being watched, so she devised a method of "memory erasure" as a form of cleansing.
In that moment, she resolutely entrusted everything to her successors. However, after several days, her memories began to resurface.
Gloria's actions were not only to ensure that David would not fail to carry on the legacy of the human race on Earth. It was also because she had an inkling that this calamity was somewhat abnormal. If this truly was the foretold disaster that would bury [Transcendence] in the cycle of destruction and rebirth, then...
Her knowledge was far too limited, and she would undoubtedly meet her end.
For this reason...
As Gloria observed the frenzied behavior of the three gods, she wouldn't react in the same calm manner as Sterl, who merely viewed gods as slightly stronger humans, with emotional fluctuations being normal.
Gloria understood that, after attaining divinity, a god symbolically represented a natural force in the lower realm, even if that representation could be multifaceted.
But since they had already become embodiments of the world—entities devoid of emotions and will—this inherently led to the gods possessing divinity, which meant their various feelings gradually faded.
Now, the three gods before her, each wielding shadow and moon divine authority, were utterly devoid of any resemblance to ordinary beings. Where had their divinity gone?
Gloria suddenly looked up and asked, "What happened recently in Alpha 8? Is it a change in the connection between the upper and lower realms, or is there a problem with the Crystal Barrier Galaxy system?"
Her tone was calm.
"Well, if you want to ask, you should be the one to answer! What do you think you are?"
"You're about to die, and you still have the nerve to worry about these things?"
"If you want to know, come over and lick me, ha ha!"
Realizing this crucial point, Gloria closed her mouth and fell silent. In the face of an inevitable death, she didn't want to share her speculation with the three crazed gods, letting them carry that information back to Alpha 8.
Gloria only wished to watch the world burn, accompanying it to her grave!
Yet, she cast a regretful glance at the golden phantom beside her.
"Rosalie, I've dragged you into this."
"You finally managed to break free from your mother, only to end up facing a fate of being soul shattered."
The Dark Moon Goddess spoke gently at that moment. Although there was still a holy air about her, it was merely a reflection of her appearance and style, no longer exuding a chilling authority.
This sense of divinity instead sparked another's desire to violate it, to defile it.
That other... was clearly Rosalie.
She felt herself drooling a little at the thought of offering this goddess to her master for his amusement, watching as this incredibly noble and majestic being dribbled, her expression dazed, her body covered in thick, sticky fluid...
Rosalie sensed that she was on the verge of... getting wet!
However, in front of Gloria, Rosalie couldn't express her true feelings; she could only comfort the goddess in return: "Lady Gloria, I'm fine."
"Compared to my original fate of being refined by my mother, at least I've been quite happy during this time."
"Living with Lord David has brought color back to my world."
"I even have the time to learn about the stories of this civilization that was destroyed by disaster."
"Though it was only a brief moment, I truly experienced happiness, and I have no regrets in death."
Rosalie's words rang with conviction, causing a flicker of emotion to flash in Gloria's eyes.
In her memories, Rosalie, the demigod, had a notoriously bad reputation, yet under David's influence, she had become so gentle and kind.
Could it be that this junior of mine was naturally the kind of hero who could bring light and hope to those around her?
In reality, Gloria was unaware that Rosalie's rediscovery of herself and her newfound happiness referred to her daily attempts to engage her master in BDSM play, where she played the role of the submissive.
While the two were chatting, the three gods around them continued to exert the purest Divine Power, causing a faint purple protective shield around Gloria to sway precariously, on the verge of breaking.
It was evident that this final line of defense was about to be shattered.
A flicker of despair crossed Gloria's eyes.
The dark purple shield was none other than a treasure of the human race on Earth, capable of absorbing an amount of Divine Power equivalent to three times its own to form a shield.
In the past, this item had helped Gloria navigate through numerous perilous situations.
It was one of the highest technological achievements of the human race on Earth before their lineage had come to an end.
Now, faced with the combined assault of the three gods, this shield was powerless...
Moreover, yet another relic left by old friends would be lost to her.
There was no way around it; defensive measures would eventually lead to destruction.
Just as the shield was about to be destroyed, with cracks beginning to appear, Rosalie suddenly froze, sensing a faint signal!
It was the soul fluctuations from her master.
Rosalie was taken aback, feeling both joy and panic.