Sometimes, even heaven couldn't escape the clutches of fate…
"The thousandth Immortal War had ended. Czernobog's minions had been successfully pushed back to the depths of hell by the mortals."
Perun, the King of Heaven raised a brow at the report. He sat on the throne in the great hall – had been sitting there for most of the day as he waited for the result of the battle in the mortal realm.
It had been a thousand years since he had personally sealed Czernobog in the abyss where he remained. Every fifty years when the seal he had placed weakened, the old coot still dared and tried to break free or cause chaos above by sending his minions instead.
