Chapter 124: A Mountain of Gold
Ambrose withdrew from the chaotic battlefield.
It had taken him numerous dice of fate to barely pry up the hem of the Goddess of Fate's skirt and glimpse fragments of the past.
The Hellgate had been prepared by the House of Cerberus, a plan that dated back to the very day Alkhemia had been destroyed.
What troubled Ambrose was that this was a joint venture by several Lords of Hell.
The infernal lords were all quasi-divine entities that stood just shy of godhood. Worse still, their ambush had been aimed at the elves, not at Ambrose himself, which meant it didn't trigger his sense of impending danger.
The collapse of a kingdom would always draw the attention of the gods, but this situation was chaos incarnate.
Gods competed with each other for faith. The fall of Alkhemia had disrupted the lives of millions, making it a perfect opportunity for evangelism.
Few gods could resist such temptation.
The infernal lords' restlessness was equally understandable. After all, the more people died in war, the more souls would fall to Hell. To them, it was like finding money on the ground. No one ever complained about finding too much.