Concealment

The large-framed Beastman suddenly shot up from his seat, his chair scraping against the ground as his anger erupted.

"You!!!..." the Beastman growled, glaring directly at the individual infront.

Before he could take another step, the green-skinned figure stood in front of him. His expression remained calm as he looked toward the Beastman.

"Do not question the Entity directly, you fool."

Liam slowly raised his hand, and an overwhelming sense of authority immediately filled the room. The atmosphere became so heavy that everyone instinctively stopped moving.

"That is enough... Odir, Valadin."

His gaze moved between the two of them.

"His concerns are valid, and as Pantheons, all of you deserve to know the truth."

Liam slowly swayed his hand, and the entire room suddenly became dark. Countless white specks began appearing around them, illuminating the darkness like tiny lights.

They were stars.