That night.
Soren sensed something in the nether realm.
This was a very wondrous sensation, a resonance brought by the divinities of death and slaughter, while Soren simultaneously generated a sense of crisis. This meant that someone possessing power originating from the same source as his had descended.
"Cyric?"
Soren stood atop the Arcane Tower, the cold wind of the night sky blowing his long hair. He had not tended to his hair in a very long time, and deities had no need for such things; yet due to the avatar form, his body still maintained human metabolism, whereas a true deity form turned the body into an energy-based existence. Because Cyric had been sealed away for far too long and also lost his church, his descent differed from those of other deities; his commotion would be smaller, and his initial power would be weaker than that of other deities. However, slaughter itself was a source that easily elevated power, and as long as Cyric was given a tiny opportunity, he could recover very rapidly.
The power inheritance of the Dead Three now only remained in a few sources.
The first source was Cyric. He was once the greatest victor, but unfortunately, he ruined himself by playing around and courting death.
The second source was Kelemvor. He took over a portion of Cyric's power and had existed for a long time due to Jergal's assistance. However, Jergal might not be entirely satisfied with him now, because the outbreak of the undead scourge already signified that his dogma possessed a huge conflict with other undead monarchs. Jergal's own stance was very subtle; no one could predict what someone of His existence cared about.
The third source was the Demon Lord of Fear, who created the Godsbane of Fear, and was now