God Raashim felt very pleased when he first arrived in Labh Salem.
Shir had followed the instructions perfectly.
The altar was stable, the sacrifices had been accepted, and the Divine Bridge had opened without resistance.
With the blessing of the witch goddess, his arrival had been smooth.
For once, Raashim felt… present. Alive in a way that even the Immortal Domain could not offer.
He looked around, studying the people below him. Many were still in awe. Some trembled. Others stared with hope in their eyes, believing that their god had come to deliver justice.
Yes, justice.
Raashim thought and chuckled.
God Raashim could also see that the majority of his followers had their faith in him shaken to its core.
After all, this wasn't a planned descent into Labh Salem—he had appeared here forcefully, using sacrificial energy.
