Tribulation?!

The news of the Poison God's death tore through the Spirit World like an earthquake. 

At first, few believed it. After all, how could a mere mortal eradicate a being who epitomized toxicity, a god revered for ages? But as the glass orbs began broadcasting harrowing images—blurred, but unmistakable—of the Poison God's final moments atop Mount Meru, disbelievers fell silent.

Sprawled across countless squares and market halls, these orbs played the shocking visuals on loop: the crimson storm, the swirling vortex of poisonous rain, and then the last heartbeat of existence blinking out. The transformation from doubt to terror was instantaneous. 

Whispers turned to uproar, in the opulent palace corridors of the War God, in the sacred altars of lesser deities, in cramped tavern corners among wandering spirits—everyone spoke in hushed or frantic tones about Kent, the human from the lower realms who killed a god.