Hydrox's eyes shifted as he noticed the few suddenly take a few steps back. He raised an eyebrow, but said not a word. The male's gaze remained settled on those before him.
"Hm…this shit keeps up, they're gonna draw unwanted attention to themselves. Hell, Doom Dragons will start swarming from miles just to get a taste of this destructive energy I sense…"
Unfortunately, yes, it would be inevitable. Hydrox knew such powers were a magnet, drawing in unwanted attention, like a carcass waiting for flies to flock to it. He continued to rumble uneasily, his body having seemed to grow a few more inches. A battle of gods, goddesses, and other entities was not something to take lightly. He knew it all too well. Granted, Hydrox had not been around at that time, having happened so long ago. However, stories were passed down lines of generations, to where even humans knew the truth.
The appearance of gods would most certainly gain the attention of other gods, whom in turn would come to discover the disturbance happening in their realm.