Lincoln went to war against the Fire Chief Sovereign.
While Orf and the other Sovereigns privately communicated through Divine Sense and whispered among themselves, a graceful green figure cut through the Fire Divine Plane and entered. It was the Life Sovereign, Vivian.
Hela went forward to greet her with a smile. "You're a little late today."
"You all got here early, Eldest Sister!" Vivian replied with a smile. She then turned to Lincoln. "Something this serious happened, and you didn't even tell me. So, do you think you can win?"
"Don't worry, Chief Sovereign. I'm confident I can at least stay alive," Lincoln replied with a nod.
"Good. You still sound confident," Vivian said with a smile. "Be careful, though. Don't become the shortest-lived Sovereign in recent history."
Lincoln nodded. By "recent history," Vivian meant the period after the Sovereign Wars and the conflicts over faith, which had taken place roughly a trillion years after the world's creation. Countless Sovereigns had fallen during that time; some might even have been killed just days after becoming Sovereigns.
Vivian greeted Orf and Uterede in turn, then exchanged a few more pleasantries with Hela. After looking around, she asked, "Why hasn't Mike arrived yet? Could it be that the fight won't happen today?"
Just then, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a bare chest strode into the Fire Divine Plane. His gaze burned with fighting spirit, and he exuded confidence as he swiftly fixed his eyes on Lincoln.
It was none other than Mike, the Fire Chief Sovereign!
"Mike, you finally made it. We were starting to think you were afraid of Lincoln and had gone into hiding," the Thunder Sovereign said with a loud laugh, joking without a trace of restraint.
Mike shot Hullei an impatient glance. Hullei relied on being the strongest