"If you can defeat the Primal without us, why are you asking us for a favor? Doesn't that mean you need our help to defeat them?"
Michael shook his head.
"While it is true that I want, maybe even need, your help, it's not for my sake."
"You need our help for…our sake?" One of the present Beast Gods asked, his frustration rising rapidly.
"Exactly," Michael nodded and raised his hand to stop the present Gods, Beast Gods, and other beings before they could say anything.
"How much of the universe will be destroyed when the six of the strongest entities of the weave fight the Supreme Lord and owner of the Origin Expanse? How many galaxies will fall victim to our fight? How many races will our Essence annihilate by accident? A single astray attack can destroy entire planetary systems." Michael's words were heavy, but they had to be said. He had to speak them aloud.