The impact of the War God's words was truly massive, felt by nearly every Emperor in the entire Cosmic Universe.
If one had to say who the person least impacted by this news was, it would be the woman who started this all.
Liora.
Standing on the second floor of the Heavenly Armor Pavilion, Liora had to face neither the ancient powerhouses in the city nor the impact of the Mechanical Race's betrayal.
Despite this, she could guess some things. She looked thoughtful.
There was something she hadn't told the War God. The identity of what could very well become another traitor.
She hesitated whether to tell it too.
However, she ultimately shook her head.
"There is no reason to point it out at the moment. Perhaps, this is finally an opportunity to deal with that lingering... problem.", she whispered, her face breaking into a smile.
Then, she no longer lingered.
Summoning the Immortal Token, she swept it across the fragile space in front of her.
