The new year was drawing to a close.
The time for the God of Death Naram to perform his final ascension ritual was drawing ever closer. Port Nyanzaru had begun rebuilding after the war, but the demon attack had killed so many civilians that City Hall had to relocate more people to the city. Fortunately, Soren's initial arrangements were already complete. City Hall's council had taken over most of the authority over secular affairs, with Goria at the helm, so he no longer needed to handle the minor matters himself. For now, a secular ruling class had emerged in Port Nyanzaru. Under the intimidating presence of a deity, they dutifully performed their responsibilities, but only time would tell how long that would last.
After delegating his many affairs to others and instructing the Fallen Witch to try to master the Goddess of Plague's power, Soren set out on a journey of great importance.
Arendelle, in the Land of Ice and Snow.
This was Soren's first destination. Of all the deities, the Princess had the closest relationship with him, and the two had worked together the most often.
At that moment.
Deep within Arendelle's Imperial Palace, Soren and the Princess stood side by side.
"Do you really intend to contend for the death portfolio?"
The Princess watched Soren with a frown and said slowly, "This is no small matter. The Gods are all watching in silence. Getting involved now would be extremely dangerous. One wrong step could cost you everything!"
Soren nodded. "I know."
"But an opportunity like this might not come even once in thousands of years. If I back down now, I'm afraid I'll still have to face the new God of Death someday. After all, I inherited some of the Dead Three's power."
"When that happens, both Vivian