Time passed for another month or two, and winter gradually arrived.
Generally speaking, winter's cold weather reduced evaporation, so droughts would ease. But on the Main Plane, that was not the case.
According to the God of Drought, over the past century or so, the overall trend had been more rain than drought, and too many factors of "drought" had accumulated. Although He had triggered this great drought, the real key lay in the weight of those past accumulations, which had erupted all at once.
The most reliable way to solve this problem was to have the God of Rain take action... but the God of Rain had already fallen.
In other words, unless a new God of Rain emerged in a short time—and possessed sufficiently powerful divine strength—there was no escaping this great drought in the mortal world.
"A short time? How short?" Sui Xiong asked.
"About... one or two months," Veye said.
"...Then there isn't even time to ascend to godhood! What, are we supposed to go catch a wild God of Rain?!" Sui Xiong flared up. "This method is completely meaningless!"
Just as he said, this method truly had no meaning at all.
After ascending to godhood, deities generally needed a period of recuperation to adapt to their changes and perfect their divine kingdoms. That period could be long or short—perhaps decades or centuries at its longest, or merely a few months at its shortest. During that time, they could answer their believers' prayers and grant divine spells, but they could not properly fulfill their divine duties, much less wield the authority corresponding to those duties.
But the drought in the mortal world had already reached the point where it could not wait. If they waited a few more months, who knew how many people would die