In a pocket dimension, fierce winds howled. A tall Great Tree swayed its lush crown, its leaves rustling loudly.
Though the Great Tree stood barely ten meters high, it somehow gave the impression that it held up the sky.
Beyond the space lay a silver ocean that changed shape from time to time.
Fiona Russell crossed over and noticed the change outside at once. She froze.
Wasn't it pitch-black before, with only the occasional speck of starlight? How had it become this?
"This should be the Astral Plane."
Avram Krell, who had arrived before Fiona Russell, saw her confusion and explained:
"The silver ocean is a hallmark of the Astral Plane. I can also clearly feel that my connection to my god has grown extremely faint. The flow of divine power has been almost completely cut off, which also fits the Astral Plane."
The Astral Plane? The Graveyard of the Gods? Why had His Highness moved the gathering here? Fiona Russell's mind filled with questions.
"Good day, everyone."
Jiang Hao descended in ceremonial robes and gave Avram Krell and Fiona Russell a slight nod.
"Ieta Cavendish and Ingneri Marlow cannot leave the Astral Plane for now, so we're holding this gathering here."
Jiang Hao's words sent a storm surging through Avram Krell's heart. Ieta Cavendish had fallen?
Even with His Highness's help, Ieta Cavendish had still fallen. Was the path to godhood truly that hard?
Fiona Russell's thoughts fell into turmoil.
Mr. Mysterious had fallen? Hadn't he become a god? Why had he fallen? Had he angered a higher-ranking god?
Ieta Cavendish entered from outside. He glanced around and took up the conversation. "I used my identity as the God of Craftsmen to steal the power of the Church of the Three Gods for myself. In the end, the God