The Gods Are Roused

Just as Butler Fin suspected, many gods had been alerted to the appearance of Zandor. Many gods were preparing to move, and amosgt them were powerful beings whose name could easily shake the universe.

"Did you feel that energy?" a handsome green haired man turned to a beautiful woman with silver blond hair and asked. In his hand was a long spear that was as flexible as a flood dragon.

"I did," the lady nodded her head, her eyes gleaming in excitement. She may look calm, but she had lived long enough to recognise the energy that came from the edge of the universe. That was the power of Zandor. It had been years since Zandor mysteriously disappeared after losing its gods. Yet now - after so many eons - it had finally reappeared.

"That's the power of the Promised Land," the lady licked her lips seductively as her long fingers reached out for a black whip attached to her waist.

"It has finally re-emerged. This time we shall get to plunder our fill!" the man declared as a powerful aura exp