God Raashim stepped forward, his figure wrapped in divine light.
Even as he moved, his feet didn't touch the ground of the altar. He hovered just slightly above it, as if even the sacred platform wasn't worthy of bearing his full presence.
He looked around in silence, his sharp eyes scanning the world that now surrounded him.
There was a softness in his gaze. He felt… nostalgia?
Labh Salem was not God Raashim's home world. Only his avatar, Shir, had been born here. All these years, Raashim had only seen Labh Salem through Shir's eyes and memories.
It was like finally seeing a beautiful place in person after only knowing it through paintings or books. He had never imagined he would get to witness this world with his own eyes.
One couldn't blame Raashim. Like most Immortals, he remained in his Immortal Domain for the majority of his existence. Stepping out came with risks—especially the danger of being intercepted by other Immortal enemies.
