"Stop your childish games, Storm God," the Lust Goddess said, her voice cold and sharp as ice. Her eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, locked onto the Storm God.
For the first time in his long life, the Storm God struggled to meet someone's gaze. His usual confident posture faltered, his shoulders stiffening under her piercing stare.
Kent, who had seen the Storm God face, couldn't hide his surprise. He had never seen the mighty Storm God look so… vulnerable. The Lust Goddess, with just a glance, had stripped him of his usual bravado.
With a smirk, the Lust Goddess tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a cold smile. "The War God gave me his word. He promised to return my physical body and my position the moment I step foot in the Spirit World." She took a step closer, and the Storm God visibly tensed. "He also made a very specific promise, that the one who breaks my curse would ascend as the Pleasure God."