"Retreat!"
The moment the Prima Deities under the Divine Sea Heaven camp heard that word from the white stag Deus Behemoth, their expressions darkened with frustration and seething indignation.
These warriors took the Endlessdeath Continent as their home and the core of their wealth and power. Now, each footfall of retreat felt like a personal defeat, a dagger twisting in their pride.
Of course, once the war was over, the political tides would shift. For Prima Deities, survival usually meant retaining status no matter who won or lost. Yet, until that day, every loss weighed heavily—resources pillaged, strongholds conquered, dignity shattered.
Still, no matter how bitter the reality, they were weaker this day. Weaker, and forced to yield. Shooting hateful glares toward their enemies, the Prima Deities of Divine Sea Heaven turned their backs, following the white stag away from the battlefield, their retreat heavy with rage.
