The Lord of Pleasure knew he had been tricked.
By the most sinister, cunning, and shameless scoundrel in the whole world.
The sky had sealed the world, his connection to the Void had been cut off, and the world's repulsion and suppression of him were increasing every moment, which meant... his strength would gradually wane as time passed.
Was the Fate Goddess Moile trying to use these petty and insignificant humans to design a trap to kill him?
Ha, in her dreams.
Just because he had grown weaker didn't mean those insects had gotten any stronger.
Even drained of his strength, he was not a being mere mortals could contend with.
The blockade of the Fate Goddess made it difficult even for the Lord of Pleasure to tear apart the sky, especially with others entangled in the situation.
But, there were still his companions in the Void.
The Fate Weaver had surely discerned his encirclement, and his companions in the Void would soon shatter this overlay of sky.
