In the Divine Realm, the seven gods were gathered around a screen.
“See, I told you that giving him level ten blessings would cause problems,” God of Magic Reno said, flaring up at God of Creation Zenom.
The screen was displaying the scene where Cain’s Status was revealed to the king and the others in the room.
“It is well. Yet this sufficeth not. He must grow far, far stronger still.”
“Is there a reason you wish for him to become so powerful?” God of War Sarnos asked.
“For it is needful. The seal upon Aaron yet holdeth, but only a few more years shall it endure ere it falleth asunder.”
The other gods exclaimed in surprise, “Aaron!”
“As he hath fallen unto the lower realm, he now lieth beyond our reach. Thus, I would have Cain deal with him.”
“I-i-if Aaron is unsealed, the world will descend into chaos!” God of Life Rime exclaimed, trembling.
“Indeed. Three hundred years past, he was sealed with haste, thus curbing the ruin he might have wrought. Yet now, none may say how this shall end.”
“The next time he visits the church, we must stir him to grow even stronger. If Aaron returns, then this land, which has only now begun to flourish, will be laid to ruin once more,” God of Earth Bela concluded.
“Yea. He is yet young, but when he doth reach his twelfth year I shall see to his training in earnest. As fortune would have it, there is one withdrawn from the world, who may well serve as his master.”
“That child may indeed be most suited to the task. He intends to become an adventurer, so let us arrange it.”
Unbeknownst to Cain, the Gods had already decided his future trajectory.
Two years passed. Cain was now twelve years old.