"So, you're the new guy who just ascended, right?" Tyrian leaned back, one arm resting over his chair.
"Yeah," I nodded slighly.
"Really?" Kael muttered, his expression turning half-amused, half-pitying.
He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed.
"You're fucked, dude."
I blinked once.
"Why?"
"You do realize the Divine Realm isn't exactly one big happy family, yeah? It's split into factions." Kael gave a small dry laugh.
"More like packs of wolves. Everyone wants more land, more followers, more divine influence." Vanya smirked, swirling her cup lazily.
Tyrian nodded.
"And since you're not part of any group, you're an easy target. New gods usually are."
Liora leaned forward slightly, her tone softer. "They'll probably try to pull you into their side first. If that doesn't work…"
"They'll strip you for resources," Selindra finished, her voice quiet but teasing. "And maybe your divine core if they're in a bad mood."
Divine Core, huh?
