At that moment, bathed in sacred radiance, the Seven Gods, who held secondary administrative authority over the True Game, gazed upon the figures seated on thrones amidst a circle of milky-white clouds.
"What more is there to say?"
"Since you are the Deputies of that person and the True Creator, we have no choice but to obey."
"But, I'll say it again: I do not accept the status you've been given!"
"What right do a bunch of mere New Gods with Weak or Medium Divine Power have to become the Creator's Deputies and even order the likes of us around?"
"This time, once the mission is complete, I myself will report the full implications of this to that personage—and even to the True Creator."
"I only hope that by then, you little upstarts can still be as high and mighty as you are now."
From within the misty clouds of Holy Light, the figure on the largest throne at the very front—the one representing the Sea Race Deities—spoke with undisguised hostility.
