In the darkness, Dasha felt it. The gazes of other gods. The gazes of the ones beyond.
"I can feel you. If you are concerned if I will encroach on your Territories, don't. I have no intention of doing so. I have my own business to conduct."
From everywhere and nowhere arrived the echoes of the divine.
"You…promiiise?"
"Great sin, do you promise?"
"Make a soul pact with us."
"DO IT!"
All different gods. All afraid of him.
Dasha let them speak. He let them insult him, plead with him, threaten him, and beg him. He understood quickly what was happening. He understood quickly who these gods really were.
