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Seeing as their business was complete, Darius received the payment for his four Spark Potions and Scrolls of Awakening upfront. It came to 850,000 Dius after being rounded up to the nearest hundred.
Coupled with the 100,000 Dius that Darius had exchanged for earlier meant he was just 50,000 short of being a millionaire. He left the auction house while being escorted by Kilobar for a short distance.
Once they bade their farewells, Darius no longer delayed his main purpose in coming to this continent. The young man was ready to head straight to the Temple of Thor, which was located in the 5th sector of the city, roughly 120 kilometers from their current location.
Naturally, the Gods could not accept having their temples being placed together on the same street. Despite being the same type of entity, they had their own feuds and conflicts. As such the City of Divinity had been divided up into sectors, each one functioning as the mortal territory of the corresponding God.
For example, the Beloved Auction House was located in the 7th sector, which was naturally part of the territory of the Goddess of Wealth, Waukeen. Most big-name shops and outlets were located in her territory.
To reach their destination Darius had rented a chariot, which was the form of transportation used in this city, and moved toward their destination rapidly. It was a new experience for Xela and Gunner, who both seemed unsettled by the chariot's fast speed and sketchy way of turning. Darius, however, was able to quickly adapt thanks to the many rollercoasters and park rides he had 'enjoyed' with his kids.
By the time they reached the temple, Darius was breathing a little roughly with a red face while Gunner had a grimace of extreme discomfort. As for poor Xela, her face had long gone blue and without the restoration magic she had cast on the trio, she would have likely committed a sin on the streets before the temple.
Darius chuckled and dismounted with his two servants, helping the young elf down. He took in the sight of Thor's temple with a slightly amazed expression, as the building had been constructed in the shape of the most famous hammer, Mjolnir.
The head of the hammer acted as the base, whereas the shaft was the spire of the temple that poked into the skies, seemingly connecting the lowly mortal realm to a special place beyond…
Thor's Divine Kingdom.
Darius rubbed his chin with amusement. Could it be any more obvious just how much importance Thor placed on his tool?
So then, how did the God of Thunder lose it? How had it ended up in the hands of Darla with her 50 points of Luck?
Darius had a theory about it. From what he had learned from Thanos, it was very likely that Thor had been one of the Gods who had attacked the Necromancer Empire and ended up suffering a loss.
The hammer had seemingly never left Fallon after that point and with the Andrato Kingdom being the closest to the Necromancer Empire turned Plains of Death, it had eventually found its way into the hands of Darla.
Whatever the case, he was here to return it and receive his just rewards. As such, Darius walked up to the entrance of the temple and joined a queue of aspirants.
The majority had seemingly come to make their prayers, with most of them dragging along some type of offering. A sizeable amount were also young men, seemingly aspiring to become clergy.
For once Darius had a slightly sour expression on his face, as he had underestimated the zealotry of certain residents of this city. The line for those coming to pray was long, and some even opted to kneel outside the temple and do their duties just to be closer to their God.
Darius ordered Xela and Gunner to head to a nearby eatery to order food and wait for him. There was no way he was going to get admission any time soon.
Without anything better to do, Darius spent his time mentally calculating some formulas for a new spell he had been drafting.
It had given him a bit of trouble to finalize and expedite it since it was based around the Element of Order, of which his mastery was lacking.
However, after acquiring the two basic spells of Order and Chaos, which had cost exactly 150 CP each and seeing their effects, Darius understood why these two elements were regarded as the most powerful yet most elusive.
Order had the general ability to bend reality in general to a certain thema while Chaos bend reality towards a thema that stood on the opposite end. The basic spells had little utility in battle, but when taking in the scope of the world in its entirety, they were ticking time bombs.
What was worse was that Darius couldn't yet cast them because the cost for doing so was egregious, even with Transmutation's help.
Suddenly, Darius was startled awake when he realized that he was being ushered into a prayer room. It seemed he had been so deep into his thoughts that he had acted on autopilot.
For the usher to bring him in regardless... did he assume that Darius had been so overwhelmed by the majesty of the residing deity?
When the usher turned and saw Darius was conscious, he smiled knowingly. "Friend Zealot, please come inside to pray. Normally you are only given a minute to do so, but your attire tells me that you have come from far away to visit. On account of your reverence for the Great God Thor, I shall extend it to three minutes! Now quickly express your faith in the Great God while I keep watch outside."
Darius' lips twitched when he got confirmation that his joke-like speculation had actually been accurate. As an old fox, he knew how to play a role and wouldn't spit out the gift placed in his mouth.
He bowed gratefully to the usher and murmured praises to Thor with an excited expression. The usher laughed and left the young man alone, pleased that he had encountered a fellow zealot.
Darius walked up to the prayer cushion and knelt on it, closing his eyes and clasping his hands. He prayed softly to Thor, not praising him, but respectfully greeting the deity and relaying the information about his possession of Mjolnir.
Darius even discreetly removed it from his Inventory so that the Thundergod could sense its aura. He hoped that it would make his wait shorter, and boy was he right about that, for the very next moment, the entire temple shook.
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Seeing as their business was complete, Darius received the payment for his four Spark Potions and Scrolls of Awakening upfront. It came to 850,000 Dius after being rounded up to the nearest hundred.
Coupled with the 100,000 Dius that Darius had exchanged for earlier meant he was just 50,000 short of being a millionaire. He left the auction house while being escorted by Kilobar for a short distance.
Once they bade their farewells, Darius no longer delayed his main purpose in coming to this continent. The young man was ready to head straight to the Temple of Thor, which was located in the 5th sector of the city, roughly 120 kilometers from their current location.
Naturally, the Gods could not accept having their temples being placed together on the same street. Despite being the same type of entity, they had their own feuds and conflicts. As such the City of Divinity had been divided up into sectors, each one functioning as the mortal territory of the corresponding God.
For example, the Beloved Auction House was located in the 7th sector, which was naturally part of the territory of the Goddess of Wealth, Waukeen. Most big-name shops and outlets were located in her territory.
To reach their destination Darius had rented a chariot, which was the form of transportation used in this city, and moved toward their destination rapidly. It was a new experience for Xela and Gunner, who both seemed unsettled by the chariot's fast speed and sketchy way of turning. Darius, however, was able to quickly adapt thanks to the many rollercoasters and park rides he had 'enjoyed' with his kids.
By the time they reached the temple, Darius was breathing a little roughly with a red face while Gunner had a grimace of extreme discomfort. As for poor Xela, her face had long gone blue and without the restoration magic she had cast on the trio, she would have likely committed a sin on the streets before the temple.
Darius chuckled and dismounted with his two servants, helping the young elf down. He took in the sight of Thor's temple with a slightly amazed expression, as the building had been constructed in the shape of the most famous hammer, Mjolnir.
The head of the hammer acted as the base, whereas the shaft was the spire of the temple that poked into the skies, seemingly connecting the lowly mortal realm to a special place beyond…
Thor's Divine Kingdom.
Darius rubbed his chin with amusement. Could it be any more obvious just how much importance Thor placed on his tool?
So then, how did the God of Thunder lose it? How had it ended up in the hands of Darla with her 50 points of Luck?
Darius had a theory about it. From what he had learned from Thanos, it was very likely that Thor had been one of the Gods who had attacked the Necromancer Empire and ended up suffering a loss.
The hammer had seemingly never left Fallon after that point and with the Andrato Kingdom being the closest to the Necromancer Empire turned Plains of Death, it had eventually found its way into the hands of Darla.
Whatever the case, he was here to return it and receive his just rewards. As such, Darius walked up to the entrance of the temple and joined a queue of aspirants.
The majority had seemingly come to make their prayers, with most of them dragging along some type of offering. A sizeable amount were also young men, seemingly aspiring to become clergy.
For once Darius had a slightly sour expression on his face, as he had underestimated the zealotry of certain residents of this city. The line for those coming to pray was long, and some even opted to kneel outside the temple and do their duties just to be closer to their God.
Darius ordered Xela and Gunner to head to a nearby eatery to order food and wait for him. There was no way he was going to get admission any time soon.
Without anything better to do, Darius spent his time mentally calculating some formulas for a new spell he had been drafting.
It had given him a bit of trouble to finalize and expedite it since it was based around the Element of Order, of which his mastery was lacking.
However, after acquiring the two basic spells of Order and Chaos, which had cost exactly 150 CP each and seeing their effects, Darius understood why these two elements were regarded as the most powerful yet most elusive.
Order had the general ability to bend reality in general to a certain thema while Chaos bend reality towards a thema that stood on the opposite end. The basic spells had little utility in battle, but when taking in the scope of the world in its entirety, they were ticking time bombs.
What was worse was that Darius couldn't yet cast them because the cost for doing so was egregious, even with Transmutation's help.
Suddenly, Darius was startled awake when he realized that he was being ushered into a prayer room. It seemed he had been so deep into his thoughts that he had acted on autopilot.
For the usher to bring him in regardless... did he assume that Darius had been so overwhelmed by the majesty of the residing deity?
When the usher turned and saw Darius was conscious, he smiled knowingly. "Friend Zealot, please come inside to pray. Normally you are only given a minute to do so, but your attire tells me that you have come from far away to visit. On account of your reverence for the Great God Thor, I shall extend it to three minutes! Now quickly express your faith in the Great God while I keep watch outside."
Darius' lips twitched when he got confirmation that his joke-like speculation had actually been accurate. As an old fox, he knew how to play a role and wouldn't spit out the gift placed in his mouth.
He bowed gratefully to the usher and murmured praises to Thor with an excited expression. The usher laughed and left the young man alone, pleased that he had encountered a fellow zealot.
Darius walked up to the prayer cushion and knelt on it, closing his eyes and clasping his hands. He prayed softly to Thor, not praising him, but respectfully greeting the deity and relaying the information about his possession of Mjolnir.
Darius even discreetly removed it from his Inventory so that the Thundergod could sense its aura. He hoped that it would make his wait shorter, and boy was he right about that, for the very next moment, the entire temple shook.
Seeing as their business was complete, Darius received the payment for his four Spark Potions and Scrolls of Awakening upfront. It came to 850,000 Dius after being rounded up to the nearest hundred. Coupled with the 100,000 Dius that Darius had exchanged for earlier meant he was just 50,000 short of being a millionaire. He left the auction house while being escorted by Kilobar for a short distance. Once they bade their farewells, Darius no longer delayed his main purpose in coming to this continent. The young man was ready to head straight to the Temple of Thor, which was located in the 5th sector of the city, roughly 120 kilometers from their current location. Naturally, the Gods could not accept having their temples being placed together on the same street. Despite being the same type of entity, they had their own feuds and conflicts. As such the City of Divinity had been divided up into sectors, each one functioning as the mortal territory of the corresponding God. For example, the Beloved Auction House was located in the 7th sector, which was naturally part of the territory of the Goddess of Wealth, Waukeen. Most big-name shops and outlets were located in her territory. To reach their destination Darius had rented a chariot, which was the form of transportation used in this city, and moved toward their destination rapidly. It was a new experience for Xela and Gunner, who both seemed unsettled by the chariot's fast speed and sketchy way of turning. Darius, however, was able to quickly adapt thanks to the many rollercoasters and park rides he had 'enjoyed' with his kids. By the time they reached the temple, Darius was breathing a little roughly with a red face while Gunner had a grimace of extreme discomfort. As for poor Xela, her face had long gone blue and without the restoration magic she had cast on the trio, she would have likely committed a sin on the streets before the temple. Darius chuckled and dismounted with his two servants, helping the young elf down. He took in the sight of Thor's temple with a slightly amazed expression, as the building had been constructed in the shape of the most famous hammer, Mjolnir. The head of the hammer acted as the base, whereas the shaft was the spire of the temple that poked into the skies, seemingly connecting the lowly mortal realm to a special place beyond Thor's Divine Kingdom. Darius rubbed his chin with amusement. Could it be any more obvious just how much importance Thor placed on his tool? So then, how did the God of Thunder lose it? How had it ended up in the hands of Darla with her 50 points of Luck? Darius had a theory about it. From what he had learned from Thanos, it was very likely that Thor had been one of the Gods who had attacked the Necromancer Empire and ended up suffering a loss. The hammer had seemingly never left Fallon after that point and with the Andrato Kingdom being the closest to the Necromancer Empire turned Plains of Death, it had eventually found its way into the hands of Darla. Whatever the case, he was here to return it and receive his just rewards. As such, Darius walked up to the entrance of the temple and joined a queue of aspirants. The majority had seemingly come to make their prayers, with most of them dragging along some type of offering. A sizeable amount were also young men, seemingly aspiring to become clergy. For once Darius had a slightly sour expression on his face, as he had underestimated the zealotry of certain residents of this city. The line for those coming to pray was long, and some even opted to kneel outside the temple and do their duties just to be closer to their God. Darius ordered Xela and Gunner to head to a nearby eatery to order food and wait for him. There was no way he was going to get admission any time soon. Without anything better to do, Darius spent his time mentally calculating some formulas for a new spell he had been drafting. It had given him a bit of trouble to finalize and expedite it since it was based around the Element of Order, of which his mastery was lacking. However, after acquiring the two basic spells of Order and Chaos, which had cost exactly 150 CP each and seeing their effects, Darius understood why these two elements were regarded as the most powerful yet most elusive. Order had the general ability to bend reality in general to a certain thema while Chaos bend reality towards a thema that stood on the opposite end. The basic spells had little utility in battle, but when taking in the scope of the world in its entirety, they were ticking time bombs. What was worse was that Darius couldn't yet cast them because the cost for doing so was egregious, even with Transmutation's help. Suddenly, Darius was startled awake when he realized that he was being ushered into a prayer room. It seemed he had been so deep into his thoughts that he had acted on autopilot. For the usher to bring him in regardless... did he assume that Darius had been so overwhelmed by the majesty of the residing deity? When the usher turned and saw Darius was conscious, he smiled knowingly. "Friend Zealot, please come inside to pray. Normally you are only given a minute to do so, but your attire tells me that you have come from far away to visit. On account of your reverence for the Great God Thor, I shall extend it to three minutes! Now quickly express your faith in the Great God while I keep watch outside." Darius' lips twitched when he got confirmation that his joke-like speculation had actually been accurate. As an old fox, he knew how to play a role and wouldn't spit out the gift placed in his mouth. He bowed gratefully to the usher and murmured praises to Thor with an excited expression. The usher laughed and left the young man alone, pleased that he had encountered a fellow zealot. Darius walked up to the prayer cushion and knelt on it, closing his eyes and clasping his hands. He prayed softly to Thor, not praising him, but respectfully greeting the deity and relaying the information about his possession of Mjolnir. Darius even discreetly removed it from his Inventory so that the Thundergod could sense its aura. He hoped that it would make his wait shorter, and boy was he right about that, for the very next moment, the entire temple shook.
