Only God

After the sea of fire, the multitude of trees slowly descended, and the dense aroma of ash wafted through the air as tens of thousands of inhabitants of the Royal City knelt on the ground, madly kissing the trees that had sheltered them. They knelt and prayed, giving thanks to the mercy of Forest God Lipo.

Lipo stood atop a giant tree, holding a spirit deer, gazing toward the distant Palace.

The Palace was situated high, also the closest part of the Royal City to the sea of fire. The once majestic palace walls cracked in the intense heat, melting into sticky clumps, and the nobles and ministers inside huddled together in panic.

And upon the throne, King Seleucus also trembled, unable to steady himself.

"Realizing one’s own limits... how difficult it is for mortals."

Lipo said with a cold laugh.

Desiring to reach powers unreachable by mortals, longing for glory admired by all, even aspiring to replace the Divine... Mortals always harbor myriad illusions, their limited perspectives often making them forget the reverence they ought to maintain.

Only when disaster strikes do they learn remorse, and undergo profound changes, becoming completely unrecognizable from before.

Lipo had no intention of punishing King Seleucus seated on the throne, for to the immortal Divines, sovereignty always changed hands from one generation to the next, much like the cycles of leaves, while only the Divine Statue stood forever inside the hall, before which each crown-wearer must kneel and make offerings.

Compared to this king who harbored delusions of Eternal Life, Lipo was more concerned about that mysterious witch.

During their encounter years ago, she had mentioned a term in his presence—"Law."