The Dusk God's figure slowly vanished before Jiang Hao. Once he was gone, Jiang Hao tapped the armrest of his Divine Throne, and golden rain began to fall across his Divine Kingdom again.
Ever since learning that the Lord of Omniscience might have made a move against him from some hidden place, he had stayed on high alert, afraid he would fall into a trap without ever noticing.
Finding nothing unusual, he sealed off his Divine Kingdom and prepared to carry out the task the Lady of Night had given him. Just then, a prayer containing a particular word caught his attention.
That word was "sos."
It was a word he had agreed on with the prospective members of the Primordial Core Pantheon.
If one of them faced an emergency, they could pray to the God of Agriculture. As long as they included "sos" in the prayer, they would draw his attention.
He quickly located the source of the prayer and turned his gaze toward it.
Through his vision, he saw Avram Krell standing in a world of blue ice and snow, praying. "God of Agriculture who keeps Famine from us, God of Plenty who brings bountiful harvests to the land, Lord Sandru, Guardian God of farmers across the planes, the Goddess of Ice and Snow wishes to meet you in person... sos."
"I repeat, sos!"
Beside him stood a goddess.
The Goddess of Ice and Snow.
Is that how you use sos? I told you to use it to get my attention, but I didn't mean like this. Have you misunderstood what sos is for? Jiang Hao could not help grumbling to himself.
Then he seized the faint connection formed by Avram Krell's prayer and projected his consciousness down through it.
Sensing a familiar presence descend from above, Avram