He nodded solemnly. "Don't be so surprised. He fell during one of the Great Wars between the two universes. His fall proved a terrifying point: supreme beings are not limited to our universe, and they are not immortal."
"I see," I responded softly. He didn't delve into the grisly details of that death, and I didn't push. The implication was enough.
"Take the Shrine of War as an example," he said, looking at me pointedly. "You already know it's gone, right? Erased from the records of the multiverse?"
"Your man told me as much," I replied. I wasn't exactly an expert on divine history, but the lower god he had sent previously had let that much slip.
He nodded again. "The Shrine of War followed a similar pattern. They first lost their leader a couple of hundred years ago—perhaps over a thousand, time is fluid in the void.
