The chief nodded. "Indeed. But we are not mindless undead—we live, we protect our own, and we serve Volfang, who has given us sanctuary."
Then, he turned back to them. "Now… what is it you seek in the Obsidian Kingdom?"
Asher met his gaze, unshaken. "Refuge. And a chance to fight back."
The chief smiled. "Then welcome to our lands."
The chief provided them with a small but comfortable house, along with a detailed map of the surrounding territories.
After a long day of travel and fighting, Asher collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the wooden ceiling.
"The whole god and domain thing is really starting to bug me," he muttered.
Serena, sitting by the table and studying the map, raised an eyebrow. "What now?"
Asher sighed, rubbing his temples. "Everything about this world is just... awkward. It's powerful, sure, but it's not exactly advanced. And even gods have fanatics."
Serena chuckled dryly. "That's a given."
