You called your father? I'll call mine! (3)

The aftermath of the Foolish Lich's raid brought Alverton to a standstill. 

The battlefield is silent now, but the echoes of divine fury still linger in the air. The earth bears the scars of the war—craters, where celestial strikes and mountains sundered the ground, were levelled as if by the hands of titans. The sky, once bright, is choked with unnatural storm clouds, flashing with residual energy that crackles like the dying embers of a fading star.

It felt like a dream, particularly to the ones who witnessed the divine battle. 

One minute, they were delving into a Lich's lair, hoping to collect evidence of foul play. The next, they were blessed to watch a battle between two Demigods that could cleave the earth at will. 

And it wasn't just the members of the Solaris House that bore witness to Alrock's grandeur. From a distance, a congregation from Alverton watched with bated breaths while their world was turned upside down.