Gratitude

Max was a little surprised that the system notification this time around was a mix of praise and insult instead of the usual unadulterated venom that the system spewed at him. 

As stood tall among the debris of what used to be a lush forest but was now a desolated battleground. The reality of what he'd accomplished had yet to sink in. He, a mortal, had just slain a god, if it were not confirmed by the system notification he was staring at, he might have thought it was a dream. 

A booming laugh erupted from him which echoed around the battlefield. It was a laugh of relief, triumph, and unadulterated elation.

"I did it! I actually did it!" Max laughed in a mixture of incredulity and exhilaration, feeling a sense of triumph he had never felt before. He had fought a god and not just lived to tell the tale, but emerged victorious.

He had done it this time without the help of Angakok! He was a true Godslayer now! One that only relied on his own strength.