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I happily strike away. I then recall Mtungagore once mentioned that, Hermes is staying in the wolf territory. Everything then clicks into place. The damned trickster must be the instigator! He obviously is the one who sent that puny wolf to attach me. Or it can actually be him. He could have made himself appear as a wolf girl. He is the god of trickery after all.

Chapter Ninety Different POV VALHALLA CONTINUATION Hermes POV The meeting of the gods has been slated to happen for like one human years and I have not been looking forward to it, because i for one has no intention of agreeing with these fellow gods who are just jealous maniacs to end the human race, I love my followers and they have been so good to me and helped me grow in full wisdom and I only came here in case if there is a chance that my votes will count against it, they are humans and not cattles that can only be good for food and nothing else, these are people with love and life with families and friends ,and it’s not easy either for them to choose to die.

And, it ha "For thousand of years, Highlands worshiped the moons. The three moon goddesses owned the skies and the entire Highlands - humans had thought that there were no other Deities out there. The Islands Across the Great Seas knew better. Sirens knew but they possessed no interest on meddling on things out of their hands. When they were gifted as interpreters, it did not include on their jod description to be moderators of the Deities. Highlands had ideas too. The Three-Head State knew the concept of other Deities and they called them false. Who would have thought? A land as perfect as Highlands, who would have thought there were other Deities who could grace humans bette

Even though half of her face was covered by a beautiful black lace veil from her elegant hat, she could still show her curiosity. "We were told that people who lead other people in tremendous success, protected them with their own bodies, and were ready to cover the sky for them were also Gods. In a way, even if you and your people don't realize it, your people worshipped you as their God too." Aslan's explanation made Harriet tilt her head. "In the past, someone like you, someone like The Dragon Emperor Arun Kelev, and our late Sun God too, would be remembered as Gods by their distant descendants," Aslan said.

"Yes, similar to the piggery of mankind." "But what if there were weresheep? just like how there are werewolves? And they can shift into human form with horns. Their goddess is a shepherd. There might be a war between weresheep and werewolves." "Seriously?" My trivial thought earned me a laugh from her. "Are you bored enough to come up with that? And it sounds 'worship'!" she commented. I shared the laughter with her and the following silence left her smiling whilst watching the embers in the sky.

“But Kolya is just a bannik.” “Perhaps he seems so, appearances-wise, but his bloodline speaks otherwise.” Anya's head swum. Memories of the old tales of the gods told round the hearth-fire by Dmitri surfaced in her mind. She recalled the thunder god Perun, king of storms, and his rival jovial Veles, lord of cattle and the leafy green underworld. She thought of the golden spring god Jarilo and his lover Morena, goddess of winter, death, and witchcraft, eternal enemy of Chernobog.

That was the mantra of the average palace worker, especially under this Emperor Vasil: Don’t ask questions, don’t get killed. “What should we do? Everything looks so exciting,” Ursa exclaimed, looking at the bustling street market full of life. It seemed as though everyone was out on the town today. Cecily and Ursa passed by many vendors, stopping by an elderly woman selling tapestries depicting scenes from the Texts of Himalia, the Goddess of Writing and the daughter of the planet’s patron God Hypnotite. Legend says that the Goddess wanted to gift mortals more knowledge, and thus she created the Texts to tell the story to explain everything.

A herd king. The caption beneath him reads: The Hollow does not choose lightly. It chooses blood. It chooses strength. It chooses the soul of the land—and the one it calls to reign. I stare at the image, and something shifts in my chest. Something old. Something waking. I flip the page. There’s more text now, delicate and deliberate. The Herd King They are born not from blood alone, but from bond. From the pact between earth and spirit, man and beast. They rise when the Hollow calls, their purpose not to rule with cruelty, but with balance. Power shared. Desire embraced. The Herd King is not chosen by crown or conquest, but by the moon goddess herself.

It wasn’t hard to see that this was probably his favourite story his Elder told him and the others in their pack. “Together, the Sun God and the Moon Goddess had lots of children, bringing the stars, planets and other moons in the sky, and on the Earth, many creatures came and went under their watchful gaze. There was much love and loss through the centuries,” Elder Roz continued with a tearful smile. “Eventually, wolves came to be as well as the humans. The Moon Goddess loved both, though their warring saddened her deeply. She thought over and over how she could help them live in peace,” she said, shaking her head. “She could think of nothing that would help.”

They were the Gods of War of Somerland, legends made flesh. At the center of the formation stood Elysia Fang, the Goddess of War. Clad in formidable armor that gleamed like forged iron, she radiated a serene yet fearsome authority. Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland.