Dark's Struggle
After Pusluo and Brock left, Lincoln murmured as if speaking to himself, "For a Chief God, there are only a few things worth pursuing: refining a new Sovereign Spark, winning Ten Consecutive Wins in the Plane War, obtaining a Supreme Artifact, or becoming a Paragon. I'm living proof, so I doubt you'll hold back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pretty red-haired figure appeared beside him. Death Chief Sovereign Hela found a seat and sat down. "My real body will be here in a little while. Shall we chat while I use an Energy Avatar?"
Lincoln leaned against the armrest and smiled. "I sensed your Divine Sense scanning the area just now and wondered why you hadn't said anything. So you were planning to show up in person. You and I can be casual with each other. There's no need to stand on ceremony."
Hela smiled too, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Have you seen Lucy?"
"I have. She's got a lot of ideas," Lincoln said with a smile. "She's brave and bold, but she doesn't have as much personality as you."
Hela widened her eyes slightly. "How could she compare to me...? I saw Vivian just now, too. I never expected you'd already gotten your hands on the Fate Sovereign Spark. You really are a lucky little fellow."
Lincoln sighed. "She's at least trying to make amends, even if it's late. But things can never go back to how they were. I didn't just get the Sovereign Spark—I've already had my son refine it. His strength is too low, though, so I didn't let him come out."
Hela smiled faintly and brought up another matter. "Lucy probably told you about the Four Divine Beasts and Valeria. The source of the Water Sovereign Spark you mentioned before