Silas took a deep breath. The eye on his forehead resonated with him, sensing his intent. It trembled with excitement, radiating a brilliant golden light.

Silas gripped the brush tightly with one hand, the black ink at its tip stirring as though it obeyed his movements. A violent wind suddenly rose, and an invisible vortex of energy spiraled outward, with Silas's forehead eye as its center.

"I do not ask that you let me see anything. I only ask that you… allow me to wield this brush smoothly." Silas muttered, as if speaking to himself.

At that moment, his entire body blazed with dazzling golden energy. The sacred patterns etched into the brush also began to glow. Silas moved his hand—he had no skill, talent, or knowledge of painting, yet he followed his instincts. His hand swept forward, and though the ink was black, what appeared on the canvas was a searing golden brilliance, too radiant for the eye to behold.

[What in the world is Silas trying to draw?]

[I swear I saw it, but I still have no idea what it is…]

[But why is it draining so much?! Silas hasn't even finished, and the ink is almost gone already. Just what on earth is he drawing?!]

The entire castle suddenly shook. Drake, locked in battle with Cocona, seemed to sense something. His twisted, feral expression shifted, and he abruptly threw his head back to glare at the sky.

There, Silas's painting was complete. The brush in his hand had dried out, its sacred patterns no longer glowing.

Silas collapsed to his knees as though every drop of energy had been drained from him. His grip on the brush was so tight that his knuckles cracked audibly.

He had done it. He had painted it. Truly, he too was a faithful believer—at the very least, he had been able to wield this artifact, even though it was never meant to be his.

Please… Prophet, hear my prayer. Please, descend upon this world. Please, bring an end to all nightmares!

Prophet, Prophet, Prophet!

Like a madman, Silas repeated this thought endlessly. The gateway above grew ever more radiant, and the three serpents, crushed by its pressure, recoiled and shrank under the blazing light.

Leonard, too, could not help but fall prostrate upon the ground, his tear-streaked face lifted upward. Though the brilliance scorched his eyes with unbearable pain, he did not blink once.

[Maybe I've figured it out—look at Drake and Leonard!!!!!!!]

[Aaaaaaaa, the moment I've been waiting for is finally here! Is it the Prophet, Nerio, or Degenerate?!!!!]

[I want Nerio!]

[Time for Degenerate to finally show up and start his fan club.]

[This is the Prophet's brush. The one who painted that gate must be one of his followers. Honestly, the other gods' fanbases are delusional.]

[Finally, someone said what I've been thinking, hahaha.]

[Ever since the last dungeon, I've felt the Prophet was undergoing some evolution. He must be far stronger than before—I can't wait to see!]

[Show yourself, Prophet!]

Then, before their eyes, the distorted gateway in the heavens burst open. From within, a shadowy figure slowly emerged. Its looming silhouette stretched downward like a specter, blanketing all beneath it with an unimaginable pressure.

First, Leonard's expression turned dazed, and then even Drake couldn't help but furrow his brows.

The others hadn't even noticed that anything was wrong yet.

A figure stepped out from the gate, stumbled, as if missing a step, and promptly fell.

[That clumsy look—no doubt, that's the Prophet!]

[My silly little mushroom has finally appeared!]

Silvanus didn't even have time to read the comments. He was busy cursing furiously in his heart.

Could someone please explain why such a ridiculous gate existed in the first place?

Just moments ago, Silvanus had dissipated entirely, not knowing where he had ended up. He had nearly lost all connection—unable to read the comments or watch the live broadcast.

Just as he figured out how to escape, a gate suddenly appeared. As though possessed, Silvanus opened it and stepped through.

Who could have guessed that this gate led straight into open air? He walked into nothingness!

Thankfully, he was no longer the powerless Silvanus he once was.

He was about to flip midair and land handsomely when he suddenly crashed into something hard.

No—more accurately, something hard coiled tightly around him.

A massive serpent tail wound layer upon layer around him, pinning Silvanus in midair.

Steadying himself, Silvanus looked up—only to see Leonard's grotesque face, scales protruding, a long tongue sliding out to lick around his lips. Leonard looked ready to swallow him whole in one bite.

Silvanus's brow twitched slightly, his gaze shifting past Leonard—and his heart tightened with dread. Drake was lunging straight toward Leonard, the massive wings on his back smashing through walls, black flames spilling out everywhere, their scorching heat like the fires of purgatory.

One glance at Drake's crimson eyes and crazed demeanor was enough for Silvanus to know: he was teetering on the brink of losing control.

Leonard sensed the danger, too.

He whipped around, his jaws opening wide in a display of dominance, looking every bit like an actual serpent—a sight both grotesque and terrifying.

Raising a clawed hand, Leonard blocked Drake's blade.

But Drake's weapon cleaved his hand clean in two, the edge wedged deep into his split flesh.

Leonard roared in frenzy, jaws wide, fangs snapping toward Drake—he was trying to devour him!

[The two strongest believers fighting each other… this isn't just a battle between mortals, it's a clash of the gods themselves!]

[This is bad—I don't think the Prophet and Nerio are supposed to be enemies…]

[Yeah, that's right—Nerio just knocked out the Prophet, hahaha!]

[Prophet should send Nerio back to his diaper days so Nerio's fanbase stops acting arrogant.]

[But… is no one questioning this? Silas painted a gate, yet the one who came out wasn't any god but Silvanus. And everyone thought Silvanus was dead. Plus, in their eyes, Silvanus was never strong to begin with. There's no way Silas would summon him—obviously, something's off here!]

[Maybe Silas was looking for someone to get them out of the dungeon. Summoning Silvanus was the right call, wasn't it?]

[Exactly. Or maybe Silas's rank wasn't high enough, or no god wanted to respond at this moment, so the priest got sent instead. Makes perfect sense, hahaha!]

Silvanus was repeatedly shaken amid the battle, horrified inside but keeping his face calm.

So that gate earlier… it had been Silas's summoning. And Silvanus was certain: Silas had meant to summon a god. With Silas's personality, he would never place his hopes on uncertain chances. Only a god could guarantee a solution to this dungeon. And since Silas was a believer in the Prophet, he must have summoned the Prophet.

Yes—he had successfully summoned the Prophet.

But… it was the Prophet hadn't had time to put on his cloak yet!

I hope Silas can explain it away the same way the comments were doing.

Silvanus forced himself to remain composed.

By now, the serpents had also recovered from their daze after the gate disappeared. They began raising their heads one by one, ready for battle.

Meanwhile, Drake was still in a berserk frenzy.

Enemies inside and outside—the situation made Silvanus's brow twitch, the veins on his forehead standing out.

"Leonard, let me go," Silvanus said evenly.

But Leonard, usually trembling and obedient, seemed downright bloodthirsty now. Whether he had ignored Silvanus on purpose or hadn't heard, he showed no sign of stopping.

Shaken back and forth like a ragdoll, Silvanus could only think one thing:

He'd been wrong. Both of these brats deserved a good lesson.

With that thought, he suddenly raised his hands, plunging his fingers into Leonard's tough scales, and with sheer force ripped them apart!

"Rip!" Freedom. That's one naughty child dealt with.

A sickening sound echoed, blood and torn flesh spraying everywhere. Leonard's eyes widened in shock as he turned, as if unable to believe Silvanus would tear him apart.

Crash!

At the same time, Drake's blade slashed down, sending Leonard flying into the castle wall. A massive crack spread across it, the entire structure trembling as if it might collapse at any moment.

Silvanus landed safely, his expression cold as he looked up—only to see Drake charging at him like a cannonball.

Now then. One more oversized brat to discipline.