A pantheon...
Avram Krell's eyelid twitched violently at the word.
In the Multiverse, when several or even dozens of gods bound themselves by covenant to stand or fall together, they formed a pantheon. The god at its center was called its Chief God.
Once a pantheon was established, its Chief God automatically occupied the King of the Gods Authority. If the gods in that pantheon came to make up two-thirds of all the gods in the Outer Void, its Chief God would fully command that Authority and become a Supreme Divine Power of Divine Rank 19.
This was a well-known path to becoming a Divine Rank 19 Supreme Divine Power. The Father of Oaks and the Lord of Storms had once pursued it, and the Elf Chief God and Orc Chief God were pursuing it now.
Did His Highness want to become the King of the Gods?
Of course. He had offered us leads to Authorities and guided us toward becoming True Gods so we would serve him. How had I missed something so obvious? A fair and impartial exchange. It really was a fair and impartial exchange.
His Highness was forming a pantheon. Would he still summon us and help us in the future? Fiona Russell was full of worry.
After seeing a wider world, she did not want to go back to moving in Nobility circles. She wanted to join the pantheon His Highness was forming, but she did not dare hope for it.
Should I join His Highness's pantheon? Ieta Cavendish's golden eyes grew guarded.
Joining meant standing or falling with its Chief God. It meant being drawn into conflicts between Greater Divine Powers. As a Greater Divine Power, His Highness was bound to have enemies of comparable strength. For a newly ascended god, such conflicts were