Demeter could almost picture herself and the other agricultural gods being completely reduced to mere farming tools.
Driven to desperation, Demeter had no choice but to grit her teeth and release an even greater surge of Divine Power. The wheat-colored radiance caused all the lunging trees to wither away. Brandishing her scythe, she roared, "Agricultural gods, hold the line!"
One of the elders looked on in despair. "Supreme God, we can't hold out much longer. If this keeps up..."
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