The whale stared coldly at all the deities from above. Then his eyes locked onto a figure in the middle of them—a dwarf with black hair and a long braided beard. Despite his appearance, the dwarf emanated the aura of a scholar, someone who preferred reading and writing over fighting or spending time at a forge. That was precisely the figure of the God of Merchants.
Alm and Bruno scoffed, as did several deities now inside his internal universe. Not all those deities were guilty of being there. The queen had captured and enslaved them to do her bidding.
Now everything made sense. They clearly understood why the queen encouraged people to create their Daos and wanted as many deities as possible. They were incredibly important to her—so much so that she hadn't even used them in battles against them.
Her heroes were her fighters. The Divine Inquisitors and the deities were few, and she needed to protect them.
