A slow, profound smile spread across Sunny's face. The Pantheon God Chat was on fire.
The waves of gratitude and loyalty from his 5.5 billion subordinates, a constant, gentle tide of faith, washed over him, each message a spark of brilliant energy.
Zir: "NINE LIVES! Do you all understand what this means?! My demigods are practically immortal! We can charge a demonic fortress, die gloriously, and be back in time for dinner! The demons are FINISHED!"
Asura: "It is more than that, brother Zir. Boss has taken the greatest burden from us. The fear of permanent loss. He has given our people courage. A soldier who does not fear death is the most dangerous soldier in the cosmos. Our Emperor has not just given us a shield; he has forged us into an unbreakable sword."
Maya: "My people live in crystal caverns. A cave-in was our greatest fear. Now… now it is merely an inconvenience. I… I have no words. Thank you, Emperor Cosmos."
