"Everyone, I believe you have all felt it."
In a Truth Palace deep within the Nether Beach, the apostles gathered around a long conference table.
The elder at the head of the table was hunched over, wearing a long robe, and his ever-changing aged face was hidden under a hood.
"The power of [Truth] has been diluted."
As he said this, the surrounding apostles began to discuss fervently.
The burly man seated in the second seat slammed his palm on the unknown material of the conference table, leaving a large handprint.
"What's there to panic about? It's just a small dilution; it hasn't harmed our core at all, and its impact on the Gate of Truth is negligible!
Are you planning to disarray yourselves before the enemy has even approached?"
The words of the Second Apostle quieted the gods and demons.
The First Apostle at the head held the Truth Staff and sighed softly.
