The Two Rebel Gods felt a trace of energy. It was very subtle though, as if the only reason they could trace it was because they were so close to it.
This raised their suspicions. The Rebel Gods looked at each other. Without speaking a word, they came to an understanding.
Both of them hid their Divine Auras, as if returning back to their mortal selves. They had spent centuries, hidden in the Upper Realm, developing such skills which helped them survive.
With their auras concealed, they cautiously advanced, ensuring minimal disruption.
The place used to be completely barren in the past, but now it was different. The Soul was way more fertile and the entire geography of this place had changed.
Once a barren expanse resembling a desolate desert in the middle of nowhere, the land now boasts a thriving lush forest, as if creating a natural boundary for something.
