"Shouldn't you be preparing yourself with your creation?" Kaelthyr questioned seeing Kyron appear.
Over this time, even though they hadn't been inside of Ash's verse too often. They still were a part of the Pantheon and had things to accomplish.
Kyron's voice was calm, measured, carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had long since accepted his place in the hierarchy.
"I've already set the foundations," he replied. "Once I'm done, each cultivator within Big brother's cultivation verse will have the opportunity to defeat death."
Much like everyone else, as The God of Death, Kyron's creation needed to be something that made the entire verse unique in terms of death.
And the best thing he could think of... was giving each person a second life. Only if they could succeed in certain trials he was still making.
"Besides, I would have it much easier if we just went back inside."
Kaelthyr scoffed, "Whatever brat, you speak as if I'm holding you against going back."
