Azel blinked once.
Then again.
Slowly, he exhaled through his nose.
"The Goddess invited me?" he murmured to himself, half in disbelief, half in weary resignation.
He couldn't believe it, yes he had caught her attention but why would she invite him so directly?
His voice was flat, though there was a faint curl of amusement at the edges.
It wasn't as if this was entirely foreign to him.
He'd never visited a divine plane personally, but in his mind's eye, he could still recall the tidbits of lore from the game — the kind of details only obsessive players bothered memorizing.
After all the creators had bothered themselves to add god lore and he had learned it, it was going to be useful now.
Every god or goddess in this world possessed their own domain — a plane.
A pocket reality tailored to their nature.
The God of Flames ruled the infernal seas of the Plane of Fire, where the air shimmered with heat and the ground bled molten rock.
