At dawn.
At the edge of the mountains, a sliver of white light spilled out, like a knife honed to perfection, slicing through the darkness engulfing the world.
"Pestilence, are you planning to go watch the duel?" Xi Mu put down his spoon and asked the sleepy Pestilence Witch nearby.
Today was the date of the duel between the false Ahtal and Greis, drawing a large audience, and even attracting the attention of the gods.
However.
"I have no interest in duels," yawned the Pestilence Witch, her gaze landing on the Goddess of Plague sitting across the table, "You should go with someone who is interested in duels instead."
The Goddess of Plague was momentarily taken aback by her words, but then explained with a smile, "I'm not really interested in the duel itself; I'm just interested in the human spirit that is revealed during the process."
