The speculation about the God of Destruction was quickly dismissed.
"No, one thing is certain—the Sealed Armament indeed retains his soul's power, but it does not contain his consciousness!"
The one who gave this definitive answer was the Goddess of Time, Chronoa. She was absolutely certain of this, with no room for doubt.
"Then how do you explain the summoning of the Valhalla Gate? According to Ariadoa's account, at that time, Merseys was questioning Arthas, which clearly indicates that Arthas was conscious. Are you sure you checked thoroughly back then, Chronoa?"
Nemesiel expressed suspicion, implying that Chronoa had not done her job seriously back then.
"Hah? Who are you to question me? You're the last one qualified to doubt me. This whole task was originally—"
"Alright, you two. Hear me out,"
The Creator God Brahma stopped them before they could start bickering again. Suddenly, he turned serious.
"Just like how our souls don't exist in the exact same dimensional space as our physical bodies, but are instead stored in the soul vault, which is why even if our bodies are destroyed, we don't truly die—our bodies are essentially remotely controlled—then, what if those Sin Armaments containing Arthas' soul power are considered bodies, and Arthas himself exists in some unknown dimension, remotely controlling them?"
That explanation left everyone stunned—except for Ariadoa, who didn't understand much about Arthas. It was a very reasonable theory.
"But didn't Arthas die back then?"
The voice belonged to Nemesiel. He seemed particularly unwilling to see the return of this "Arthas."
"Died? But did we actually see him die with our own eyes? All we ever learned was from the world's laws, which told us that Arthas no longer existed in this world."
Chronoa shrugged and paused, rubbing her chin with a look full of confusion.
"But back then, how did he even leave our world? That should have been impossible."
Could it be that he had been hiding all along, waiting for an opening in the Voidstorm to discover other worlds and then fled to one? But was there even a need for him to hide? Back then, if anything, the others were hiding from him.
This truly baffled the Goddess of Time, Chronoa.
"I don't know either—unless he tells us himself."
With this somewhat helpless remark from Lord Brahma, the entire Deep Divine Realm fell into silence.
In short, it meant that Arthas might still be alive, existing in some unknown dimension.
So then, who exactly is Arthas?
Ariadoa was extremely curious, but she didn't dare to ask. After all, even the great goddess Ishtar didn't dare to speak up—what right did a mere high-ranking goddess like her have?
"Goddess of Seal Ariadoa, are you curious to know who this 'Arthas' we speak of is?"
That was not just a guess—it was as if Brahma had read her mind.
No—anyone would want to know, wouldn't they? Still, his easygoing and conversational tone made Ariadoa feel even more nervous.
"N-No, I mean… um…"
She stammered a little but eventually nodded. After all, this was Lord Brahma, head of all the gods—lying would be pointless.
"Arthas the Undead—he was, before our world was opened up to others, the most ancient and original King of Dark Sorcery."
"The most ancient and original King of Dark Sorcery? A Demon King?"
As Ariadoa murmured, she looked at Lord Brahma in shock.
What she saw on his face wasn't disgust or hatred toward a Demon King—but a mix of respect and wariness, as if he was both a friend and a foe.
Even the Goddess of Time, Chronoa, showed a similarly complex expression.
As for the God of Law, Nemesiel, though he appeared to dislike Arthas, it seemed more like a clash of ideals—he simply couldn't stand Arthas' actions, as if viewing him as a brute who disregarded reason.
And the God of Destruction, Valkyrie, looked as though she couldn't wait to fight him—eager to prove something.
Lastly, Lady Ishtar appeared both grateful and deeply troubled.
In any case, it meant that even if he was their enemy, Arthas was still an enemy worthy of deep respect and admiration.
"Although he was called a Demon King, he was nothing like the so-called Demon Kings we now classify in the unified Divine Realm. Honestly, I think calling the current ones 'Demon Kings' is an insult to the title."
Lord Brahma said this with utmost sincerity, astonishing Ariadoa. It seemed that the title "Demon King" in the past had been one of reverence—but now it had been tarnished by overuse and misuse.
"I agree. Honestly, should we consider reclassifying those garbage types that just commit random evil? What do you think, Nemesiel?"
Chronoa, cheeks puffed slightly, clearly also disapproved of what the title "Demon King" had become.
"Huh? Is that really necessary?—Well, I suppose those guys really don't deserve the title 'Demon King.'"
Even the rigid God of Law Nemesiel somewhat agreed, indicating that the title once carried weight and reverence.
"How about 'Trash Kings'?"
That sudden suggestion came from Valkyrie.
"Huh?"
"It's a new name for those trash types, right? It fits. They only ever do pathetic, underling-type stuff."
"No, no, that sounds weird. I remember there's a kind of gooey, liquid monster—what was it again? Slime? Yes, Slime. From now on, let's strip them of their Demon King title and just call them 'Slime Kings.'"
Chronoa didn't sound like she was joking—she genuinely meant it.
"Idiot! If a Hero trying to save the world misunderstood because of that name, wouldn't we just be sending them to their deaths?"
"Then what's your brilliant suggestion, Nemesiel?"
"Hmph."
"Don't just 'hmph'—give us your brilliant suggestion. You're the God of Law, surely you can think of something appropriate."
"Yes, Nemesiel, share your thoughts. What should we call them?"
Even Lord Brahma seemed genuinely curious about what Nemesiel would say.
Wait a minute, weren't they supposed to be telling her about who Arthas really was? How did they end up talking about renaming Demon Kings?
Ariadoa was getting a bit exasperated.
And right then—without warning—the Deep Divine Real, began to shake violently.
At the same time, from behind the temple came countless eerie roars. Ariadoa also saw thick fog rising in the rear—an ominous, chilling mist.
No, it wasn't just ominous. It radiated a terrifyingly evil aura—like the legendary Underworld itself lay behind the temple.
No, the Underworld wasn't supposed to have evil energy. This wasn't just the Underworld—it was more like a fusion of the Underworld and the Evil God Realm.
In the thick mist, Ariadoa seemed to catch glimpses of countless monsters—no, more accurately, an unending swarm of ghostly undead!
She had a dreadful premonition.
If these undead were to go out of control, it would result in a disaster far beyond what the current known Demon Kings, Evil Gods, or even the most violent deities could cause.
"Sigh… is it because we said the name 'Arthas' too many times? What a troublesome weapon."
With that weary remark from Lord Brahma, he pressed his hand toward the rear. That gesture somehow applied a mysterious force that began to suppress and dissipate the fog.
"If you want to know more about Arthas, let Isisda tell you, Ariadoa."