Soren appeared inside the Astral Stronghold in an instant.
The oppressive presence of a deity enveloped every Githyanki. Since the birth of the multiverse, the Gods had always stood above all things. Whether it was the Mind Flayer Empire, the Silver-Earth Era, or the Age of Arcana, mortal power could develop to an extraordinary extreme and briefly reach the pinnacle of the multiverse, but it could never truly rival the Gods in the end. Though the Githyanki had come into being outside the influence of deities as a lingering consequence of the Mind Flayer Empire, they were still only mortals.
"Honored Lord of Shadows!"
"We did not mean to offend you!... We... we did not know you were here too... We did not know..."
The Githyanki leader appeared before Soren. Faced with a deity of medium divinity, especially now that the Astral Stronghold had been sealed off, he finally abandoned all resistance and stammered, "We did not mean to offend you!..."
"Please..."
Soren interrupted him before he could finish. With a casual flick of his hand and a pointing finger, a flash of spell light killed a psychic warrior who had been hiding in a corner, preparing a sneak attack.
Finger of Death.
With Soren's current spellcasting ability, mortals had almost no chance of making a saving throw against his instant death spells.
The Githyanki psychic warrior swiftly lost all his hit points. The spell's power seized his soul, leaving behind nothing but a pale husk.
"You make your living by plundering. When you rob others, surely you have already prepared yourselves to be robbed?"
Soren's demeanor was icy, without a trace of pity. His words plunged the other Githyanki into despair. Not everyone dared challenge a true god head-on. Even someone like the God Ascendant Yugin had only ever