First Commander Of Primordial God, Moros.

[20 Minutes Later.]

"Why are we here, Brother?"

Dark-Angel leaped down from Darkness, with Sofia wrapped around her neck.

"Yes, Micky. Why are we here?" Queen-of-death jumped down Garuda, looking around the place.

The rest all followed suit.

Supreme who sat on a meditating posture opened his eyes, and moved his gaze on each of his members.

"I won't be going back with you guys after helping this realm." He revealed.

"What?!"

All the females exclaimed.

"Why?" Blood-Arrow asked, walking towards him.

"There's something important I need to do, I discovered I can't protect all of you with my current strength."

"But Guild Master, You are a Sovereign Medal 10-Stars, no one is a threat to you; Not even the founders." Shadow said with a small smile.

"Our real enemies aren't the ones in our realm, it's those above..." He paused and asked;

"... You all know Azazel, right?"

The elders nodded.