The silver dragon Alexandrina stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.
But after suppressing Myrkul's consciousness, Soren turned to look at her. He frowned and said, "What are you still standing around for? Planning to have a heart-to-heart with these members of the Cult of the Dragon?"
Alexandrina swallowed at his words, finally feeling her heart settle.
It seemed that the terrifying evil god before her meant her no harm. Otherwise, she would never have survived this long. Alexandrina immediately got up and bowed. "Honored Lord of Shadows!"
"Then I shall take my leave!"
The silver dragon Alexandrina immediately spread her wings and took to the sky, flying out of the mountains.
Only then did Soren turn back. He shook his head with something like a sigh, then walked toward the Cult of the Dragon's camp before him. Since he had already struck, he had to root them out completely. This camp had to be utterly destroyed, or it could easily alert other deities. Dragons he had once needed to look up to could now be slain with a casual gesture. After becoming a deity, Soren felt that the whole world had grown smaller.
The entire battle did not last long.
Although many deities fell during the Time of Troubles, the power of true gods had begun to rise above that of mortal beings!
That was especially true of a deity with medium divinity like Soren. To kill him, every member of the Cult of the Dragon would have to join forces, and even then, their chances of victory would only be around thirty percent. This was merely one of the cult's camps. Apart from the two dracoliches, there were only a handful of high-ranking members. Still, they provided Soren with a considerable amount of slaughter experience and