บท 51: Day of Conquest

It was morning, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, but I ignored it all. My eyes were closed because I was in hell. I was conversing with the god who oversees death. 

His dark presence was no longer suffocating to me. His red glowing eyes, filled with mana, looked into my own. "So, you have become a medium tiered god. That is very good! You will certainly be able to kill the god who conquers plants. His forces are spread out. You could kill him easily if you hit him with a black hole from one of your winnowers. He would be trapped, as if in a prison."

"Does he know that I am coming for him?"

"He does. He doesn't know when, and that is his problem. In the seven hundred years that you have been meditating, he has conquered many worlds, but he has only stretched himself thin. He has not become strong. He does not fear you because he forgot in his heart that you were a threat."