"Hawke! There is only one position for the Lord of the Origin! Give it to me. Once I become the Lord of the Origin, I'll help you both ascend to become Divine Spirits again."
A Demigod with the head of a tiger and the body of a man, who exuded a domineering aura, said with a cold smile.
"There is only one position for the Lord of the Origin! There are three of us here, so there's no way to split it."
A Demigod with the head of a wolf and the body of a man said, his brow slightly furrowed.
The three gathered here were the Brentania Republic's most powerful Demigods: Hawke, Tiger, and Wolff. In the past, all three had been lofty Divine-level Powerhouses, but years of slumber had caused their Divine Formats to fall, reducing them to the Demigod Level.
The moment the Lord of the Origin fell, his position was immediately coveted by these three powerhouses. They schemed and fought endlessly, both openly and in secret, yet none of them could manage to become the Lord of the Origin.
