Cultivation realms in the realm of gods

As the darkness within the golden dome dissipated, the agra worshipper gazed at Michael with a mixture of fear and shock in his eyes. He realized something was off about the man, but the revelation that he was a god caught him entirely off guard.

"Now that you've dragged me into your mess, are you going to tell me where to find the divine portals?" Michael inquired calmly, moving toward the agra worshipper, whose attention was fixed on the lifeless forms of the decapitated angels.

"We never properly introduced ourselves. Let's start with your name," Michael proposed, extending his hand to help the agra worshipper to his feet. Despite his astonishment, Darth grabbed the god's hand and stood up.

"I am Darth," the agra worshipper replied.

"I am Ghost, and your continued existence hinges on your discretion regarding what transpired here," Michael stated to Darth with a reassuring smile. An unsettling shiver ran down Darth's spine in response.