How Can You, an Immortal Eternal One, Still Hold a Grudge Against Diakum?

How can You, an immortal Eternal One, still hold a grudge against a twenty-thousand-year-old brat like Diakum?

As one of the Eternal Ones of the Shadowlands, Sire Denathrius possessed, like the First One's eldest daughter, the highest-order concept of power granted by the First Ones. He had been born a god and had even transformed his will into the death realm known as Revendreth.

It was a place utterly unlike bright, tranquil Bastion or eternally clamorous Maldraxxus.

Revendreth was the birthplace of all conspiracies, infighting, and murder. It was a land steeped in sin—or rather, "sin" was Revendreth's defining label.

Bastion received the souls of the virtuous, Maldraxxus wanted only warriors and warmongers, and Ardenweald was the eternal destination of all souls close to nature. But if you had committed an error worthy of being called a "sin," then aside from Revendreth, only that hellhole known as The Maw would take you in.

Of course, if a sinful soul had to choose between Revendreth and The Maw, one hundred percent would choose the former. Unfortunately, not every guilty soul was given a choice.

A choice?

That was "absolution" reserved for sinners who could still be saved!

The instant the Arbiter laid eyes on an utterly unforgivable bastard, they would be ruthlessly thrown from Oribos's central ring into The Maw.

So overall, the destiny system the First Ones had established for the Shadowlands possessed its own simple internal logic.

The good were blessed; the wicked were punished.

That was probably a "universal value of the stars" that all intelligent life could accept.

It was precisely because Revendreth accepted only sinful souls that the place had become the permanently gloomy hellhole it was today, where even the sewers ran with conspiracies.

Normally, souls burdened by sin would be interrogated upon arriving in