Patriarch Ember didn't seem shocked by the change. Though the Ember Clan had swallowed the Pedestal Plane for themselves, they were still under the jurisdiction of the Martial Gods not much unlike how the Mortal Planes were still considered to be as well. The difference here, though, was that the Martial Gods cared enough about the Immortal Planes to make an appearance.
The Apostles. It was a title that struck fear in those of the Shrine World and that of other worlds as well. It could be said that their presence alone was enough to maintain control over the holdings the Martial Gods had claimed as their own.
The moment Patriarch Ember saw their appearance, his gaze flashed.
The group of Apostles was led by a young man with wildly golden hair. His body was almost covered in it, making his sideburns and beard look more like the mane of a lion and his chest look more like one might expect to see from a golden ape.
