Lilithara had never imagined fear would feel like this.
We were ordered to destroy the mortal realm.
There was said to be a threat below — something the higher gods wanted erased before it could grow.
I didn't question it.
Four years ago, I ascended to the god realm.
That alone meant nearly forty thousand years had passed in the mortal world.
Whatever I once was down there no longer mattered.
I felt no connection to that realm anymore.
So what if it was destroyed?
I only wanted the task finished quickly — return to the god realm, eat Vorathrax's promised feast, and continue my magical research in peace.
It was supposed to be easy.
Five gods against a single world.
An easy mission.
It should have been easy.
…How foolish I was.
—
Reality crashed back in.
Lilithara's breath shook violently as she sat on the shattered ground, drenched in golden-hued blood.
Vorathrax's blood.
