The silence was deafening. It was as if the surrounding space had vanished, almost like this entire realm had been cut off from reality.
In this suspended moment, Francis, Roman, and the ghost kings were all frozen in place. They remain utterly still, with not even the slightest change in their expressions.
The news was so unexpected that they needed time to process it. Both Amez's intentions and Silas' previous stance were clear. Silas even confidently stated that he had the ability to protect himself. However, in the end, Amez defeated him with just three moves.
Silas was also a main deity, with powers definitely surpassing those of Halvor. After all, Talonia was once referred to as the world's ruler, which meant Silas should rightfully be regarded as the world's foremost deity. Even in decline, Silas would not have fallen below Halvor's level.
The most crucial thing was that, when Francis reflected on the situation honestly, he knew he absolutely could not defeat Silas within three moves, even at his peak condition.
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