Spirit Realm, July hung high in the sky.
Laine leaned against the backrest of his chair inside the Temple of Lops, casting his gaze outside.
Three days had passed since the fall of the stars, and just as he expected, the two guests had entered the gates of the Underworld.
Along the way, they casually slaughtered numerous wraiths; after all, not only were the creatures weak, but they also seemed to fall short of the gods' aesthetic standards.
"Liana."
"I'm here, Your Highness."
Black hair cascading like a waterfall, the response was as always. Hundreds of years had gone by, and with the expansion of the Underworld, the Nether Moon had also grown increasingly powerful.
"Cronus and Helios have entered the Underworld, go welcome them on my behalf."
He took a sip of tea and indifferently gave the order.
Bringing along the new God of Sun, their purpose for coming was obvious without asking.
"Yes, Your Highness."
