Promise to War-God

Spirit World…

The grand coronation had concluded, and the once-vibrant Milk Sea was now silent. The sprawling celestial platforms that had hosted gods, spirits, and demigods were empty, with only echoes of the divine music lingering in the air. 

A faint breeze carried flower petals, remnants of the grand event, now fluttering aimlessly, mirroring the unease in the hearts of many who had attended.

Inside her newly assigned palace near the Milk Sea, the Lust Goddess stood by a massive window, gazing at the horizon. Her expression was unreadable, but her aura was calm, as if she had already prepared herself for this moment. 

Behind her, a small group of attendants whispered amongst themselves, unsure of what to say or do.

"Only a handful came to congratulate her," one attendant muttered under her breath. "And even they looked reluctant."