Thank God?!

The next morning, after a day of rest and contemplation, Kent ascended the 9 divine hills, his mind sharp and resolute. The towering palace of the War God loomed above, its structure carved from celestial stone, glowing faintly with an aura of power. Every step Kent took felt heavier, not from physical strain, but from the weight of his decision.

When he reached the palace gates, the War God's attendants immediately escorted him inside. They whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity and reverence for the mortal who had recently shaken the Spirit World. The grand hall of the War God was vast, its walls adorned with murals of battles fought across eons. At the center of the hall, the War God sat on his throne, clad in red and gold armor, his expression grim yet commanding. Beside him stood the Storm God, a towering figure radiating power, with his electric-blue eyes locked onto Kent.