Fifteen days had passed since Aestrea had returned to the lower realms, and there, he spent a lot of time sealing back the realm with a much stronger barrier this time.
Along with that, he killed all the remaining gods that had invaded his planet. He had no mercy at all for them.
Only after the last threat was gone did he finally slow down.
And now…
They were celebrating.
Click, click...
"HEY, THAT'S MY CHUG!"
"YOU JUST DRANK BOTH MINE AND YOURS, THAT'S YARA'S!!!"
The tavern was loud, warm, and packed to the brim.
Long wooden tables filled the space, scratched and worn from years of use.
Mugs slammed against wood, and plates of meat and bread were stacked high. Laughter bounced off the walls and mixed with music from a badly tuned lute in the corner.
It smelled of alcohol, roasted meat, and sweat.
Aestrea sat near the center table, surrounded on all sides.
