Preparations!

Agranah. Palace.

"What brings the god back to Agranah?"

Jaith was on his knees, his face scarcely looking up at the God-king who was well established in the throne of Agranah.

Xerxes kept his gaze on Jaith for a while, obviously not ready to give him a response. Then he looked away suddenly from him to the new throne beside the real throne.

Then to one of his elites, he called,

"Take this away and make a pebble of it. No other throne shall sit beside the God-king's. I have to come to stay in Agranah, and you mortal..."

Now addressing Jaith who cowered at the aura,

"Shall be the commander of my army."

Jaith stuttered as he watched the appointed elite lift the throne; how was it even possible for a random man to do that? Such cedar throne! Oops! He forgot. No random persons was close to a God! All's predetermined!

"I have no right to question the choice of the god. But if I may ask, what inspired
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