"Frank" looked at the sky filled with petrifying grey light, his face grim and cold.
Even as a True God, he couldn't think of any way to deal with Queen Medusa at this moment.
He had realized that the power of the petrification curse was nearly at its peak; being merely a thread of his consciousness here, he was utterly helpless against her.
He had underestimated her indeed.
From the beginning, he had thought that avoiding that demigod Cyclops in the sea would be sufficient to handle everything.
Yet now, he was being driven to this extent by a group of humans, none of whom were even ninth tier.
A false god capable of stealing divine powers, a ghost of divine fire, Queen Medusa, a spatial divine artifact...and an alchemist Reaper at his second release.
If they were to grow further, they would be a great menace.
"Frank" sighed inwardly, already knowing that his defeat was sealed.
