As he awoke inside the smoldering crater left behind by the battle against Hamelth, Raven was greeted by the worried expressions of mortals and gods alike. Before him was Athenia, the goddess of life and death; right beside her was Elenaria, and to their sides, Helga, Moeria, and Mono were all staring at him as well.
"Did we all die together?" With a dry laugh, he slowly picked himself up and sat upright. "Is this heaven or hell? Feels like a hot spring made of lava. And my hand…why does it feel so heavy all of a sudden?"
As he looked at the arm of ash and gold, the hero blinked, confused. Uncertain about what he was looking at. Golden veins throbbed from within this new flesh of living ash, and though he could feel every inch of the divine hand, it felt strangely different.
