The first thing Liz’s parents taught her was to hide.
Hiding was how to stay alive with the roving bands of higher Divinities who came through their little planet, ruthlessly killing anyone and sometimes everyone they encountered.
So, they stuck to the places without monster spawners and rarely, if ever, entered a town or village.
Not that those places lasted long.
Liz remembered half a dozen places that had once been thriving cities with thousands of people but were now little more than holes in the ground at best, and poisonous remains that corrupted the land around them at worst.
She was nine when she asked why this was happening, and twelve when her parents actually answered her.
They called it Armageddon. The end of times.
The Immortal Ever Generous and Benevolent God King had
