Chapter 135: Sacred Talk

"May I respectfully ask what the Entity means by this?"

Odir slowly raised his hand, his expression serious as he waited for permission to speak. His voice carried no challenge, only genuine curiosity toward the Creator’s sudden declaration.

For a while, the Entity did not respond.

Then, slowly, he raised one hand. The moment he did, the entire council chamber began to change.

The walls, the table, the throne, and even the Pantheons themselves seemed to dissolve into darkness. Countless specks of white light appeared around them, scattered across the endless blackness like stars in a boundless night sky, while the chamber itself seemed to disappear from existence.

The Pantheons remained seated, watching silently as the countless lights began moving around them.

Then everything accelerated.

The stars stretched into long trails of white light, the darkness itself seemed to rush past them, and the sensation was almost as though the entire universe had suddenly begun moving at an impossible speed, until the acceleration finally came to a sudden stop.

Before them was a massive rocky planet.

It floated silently within the darkness of space, surrounded by faint celestial bodies and enormous clouds of cosmic dust.

"This is the origin of the ones who destroyed us in the past."

The words immediately caught the attention of every Pantheon.

The surroundings began distorting once again.

The perspective rapidly descended toward the planet, passing through its atmosphere before revealing an enormous civilization spread across the surface. Towering structures stretched toward the sky, their surfaces covered in strange markings and glowing magical formations, while countless green-skinned beings moved through enormous streets below.

The civilization was vast.

Massive cities covered the land, connected by roads and enormous bridges that stretched between towering structures. Strange magical devices floated through the air, transporting individuals between buildings, while enormous towers continuously released streams of energy into the sky.

For a brief moment, some of the Pantheons were left speechless.

The civilization looked surprisingly familiar.

It was not primitive. It possessed organized cities, advanced structures, magical technology, and a population so enormous that the sight almost reminded them of their own world.

The Entity calmly looked over the civilization. "These are called Goblins."

His voice remained completely nonchalant, as though he were simply explaining the characteristics of an ordinary race.

"They may not appear particularly threatening individually, but their greatest strength lies in their numbers. If a world is unprepared for them, their population alone can become enough to overwhelm entire civilizations and eventually trample over worlds."

The view shifted slightly, revealing countless Goblins gathered within one of the enormous cities.

"They are also capable of using magic, although their proficiency is considerably lower than that of the Elven race. Instead, they compensate through their numbers, adaptability, and willingness to follow those they consider powerful."

The Pantheons continued watching.

"They tend to gather around the strongest individuals within their society, allowing powerful leaders to influence enormous populations. As long as their civilization remains united under someone capable of commanding them, their collective strength can become considerably more dangerous than their individual abilities would suggest."

The scenery suddenly distorted again. The Goblin civilization vanished from view as darkness once again surrounded the Pantheons.

"I shall now explain our plan." The Entity’s voice echoed throughout the darkness.

One by one, details began appearing around them, revealing the Pantheons who would participate, the number of forces that would be deployed, the method they would use to enter the planet, the weaknesses of the Goblin civilization, and the conditions surrounding the invasion.

The Entity explained everything without leaving unnecessary details untouched. He explained which Pantheons would participate in the operation, which forces would accompany them, how the invasion would begin, and which weaknesses they could exploit to prevent the Goblins from turning their numbers into an overwhelming advantage.

Then came one particularly important condition.

"If you participate in this invasion and enter their world, there is a possibility that you will lose your memories."

The Pantheons became noticeably quieter.

"The condition will apply to those who survive and return from the invasion. Your memories of this operation, as well as the events connected to it, will be erased."

The Entity paused.

"Therefore, do not let them enter this battle without understanding the consequences."

He allowed the information to settle within their minds before continuing. "Now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Akuma slowly stood from her seat.

"The Entity, if I may ask... how exactly are we supposed to invade their world?" Her tone was respectful, and she lowered his head slightly after asking the question.

The Entity remained silent for a moment.

"You will see."

Akuma stared toward the throne for several seconds before quietly sitting back down.

He understood that asking further would accomplish nothing.

Then another Pantheon stood.

This time, it was Le Von Dia. "My question is simple, Creator."

His voice was calm, but his expression carried a rare seriousness.

"Can we defeat them?"

The chamber became silent.

The Entity did not answer immediately.

"I would not invade without first understanding my enemy." His words were simple, yet the confidence behind them was unmistakable.

He paused for a moment.

Then the darkness surrounding them began to distort once again.

The stars returned.

Space stretched around them as the perspective rapidly moved backward, revealing the enormous rocky planet from a distant position. The world slowly became smaller and smaller until the Pantheons could see it suspended within the vastness of space.

The Entity’s voice echoed through the darkness. "You will have exactly one year."

The planet remained motionless before them.

"One year to prepare." The pressure within the chamber subtly increased.

"Study your weapons. Sharpen your abilities. Prepare your armies and familiarize yourselves with the weaknesses I have shown you."

The Entity’s silhouette remained motionless as the planet continued floating before them.

"When that year ends..."

A brief silence followed.

"...we move."

The stars surrounding the planet suddenly went dark.

"Prepare yourselves in advance."

The final words echoed through the darkness.

"Because when the time comes, there will be no second preparation."