"Your Majesty, an ambassador has just arrived from the human scums, what should we do?" An obviously distressed guard said as he burst into the current royal residence, which was nothing more than a larger-than-average elven house.

The elven emperor shivered from his pseudo-throne. He now knew that victory was impossible for elvenkind, their very god having been bested and slaughtered, and judging by the fluctuations of the mana in the air... The human lord hadn't been sitting on his thumbs.

He'd only seen a winged figure on the day of the great battle, not powerful enough to catch more than a glimpse of the fleeting divine figure. 

"... Send him in." He murmured. His wife had gone off to deal with the nobles who'd been panicking ever since the fall of their god. Their whole society was on the brink of collapse, their territory was stolen, their god slaughtered, and their people starving. 

It was a desperate situation.

Kal waited anxiously as the human ambassador, a young human man, entered his chambers. The man smiled strainingly at the emperor, bowed ever so slightly, then spoke up, ignoring the traditional elven custom of waiting for the emperor to give someone the permission to speak.

"Good day. I bring with me the word of the Lord and the Golden Republic. I have been ordered to inform you about the upcoming Continental Congress, where the fate of the world shall be decided. All intelligent races have been invited, and I have been also told to inform you that should the elven representative be missing or deemed having inadequate authority... The Lord will not be pleased."

Karl was relatively surprised but quickly sobered up. He'd lived long enough to see where this was going.

However, that didn't change the fact of the matter that they had no choice. He valued his life, his people, and his family, and for them, he would humiliate himself.

"... I see. We shall attend, provide the details to the guards outside. You may leave." He said, or rather, ordered the ambassador.

The man merely smiled and bowed once more before leaving.

Karl slumped down on his chair as he shook his head, tears threatening to come out of his eyes. "It's all over." He murmured in despair, even as his wife once more tried to console him.

Meanwhile, as the elven emperor despaired over the disaster that had been the human uprising, ambassadors from the Golden Republic were appearing in every court of every race, kingdom, duchy, tribe, clan... Even intelligent beasts received messengers, and they all more or less said the same thing.

'You better come to this meeting. Or else.'

The 'or else' was better left unsaid. None of the invited were all that eager to displease the goddess that had torn defeated the previous overlord, and who could easily destroy the entire world should she choose to.

Back in Jade City, huge preparations were already underway. Under the directions of various high-ranking priests and councilors, as well as a huge amount of funding and workers, everything was being renovated. Food was being brought in by the tons, worn-down streets and buildings were torn down and renovated, and a huge colosseum-like building was erected in the middle of the city.

Statues of Sacred were also being built en masse, with each one of them personally embued by Sacred herself with her power, effectively transforming them into golems even stronger than Helen. 

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Sacred herself had invited (read: ordered) several learned men and women over to her divine realm in order to get their advice on how to draft up a permanent law code that would be accepted by the various races. 

She'd been wondering for quite some time on how to go about subjugating the various races under her rule. On one side, she could force them all into what would essentially be slavery, however, not only would that yield very little faith and foster dissent, it also went against what she personally believed in.

On the opposite side, she could grant all the races equal status. However, that would make a lot of her own followers unhappy, as well as make integration almost impossible due to the deep hatred that ran between races.

Frowning unhappily, Sacred lazily threw the large book that she'd spent the last hour creating off to the side, where it promptly burst into flames and faded away into oblivion. It was not the first to face such a fate.

"Ugh..." She groaned in annoyance as she slammed her head onto the table she sat before.

She was completely and utterly lost on what to do. Ask her to obliterate a country, she could do so with a flick of her wrist. Ask her to decide on something she herself chose to decide on... She felt stupid.

"Ah, damn it." Sacred groaned, but luckily, inspiration struck immediately after.

She could just let them decide, she thought petulantly. Honestly, she just wanted to get it all done and over with so she could move on to other stuff.

Like going back to having to manage an ever-increasing empire that required her attention 24/7 to manage.

Slumping down onto the table, Sacred pressed her cheek into the table with a sigh, but when she heard a knocking coming from the door, she shot upright and put up her 'goddess' expression.

Coming into her private chamber was Helen, carrying several stacks of papers with ease using a form of telekinesis. Sacred almost groaned at the sight. Almost.

"My lord, this should be the final necessary paperwork before the event. It includes expenses, contracts, and the tributes expected from the foreign envoys."

As Helen spoke, she couldn't help but peek at her all-powerful Lord, who looked utterly miserable. Again.

Although it didn't seem as bad as the time right before the great divine battle, she still looked exhausted and overworked. And that really would not do before such a big event.

"... My lord?" Helen raised her voice after a couple of minutes, as Sacred was scanning through each paper at lightning speed.

"Hmm?" Sacred murmured as she used her powers to, well, power through all the paperwork. 

"Uh... I think it would be good for you to rest for a while. There isn't anything major coming up for the next month, and I believe that it, uh, you should rest for a while." Helen said, speaking increasingly quickly as Sacred looked over at her, a small frown now donning her features.

"Nonsense, I am perfectly fine." Sacred dismissed, even if in her heart of hearts she longed for some time off, but alas, duty called and she would never dismiss her duties.

"My Lord," Helen called, hardening her voice with as much conviction as she could. "I believe that it would be in the best interest of the nation for you to be at your absolute best, and right now, you are not."

Sacred looked away, tapping the desk with her finger. "I... Ugh... Alright. The congress is in two months, correct?"

"Yes, my Lord!" Helen said, secretly excited at having convinced her almost legendarily stubborn goddess into doing something she didn't want to for once.

Sacred grumbled curses under her breath as she finished up the paperwork and stood up. "Take care of this and any following work for me then, my cute little Helen." Sacred smiled an almost evil smile before vanishing.

Realizing she'd just landed herself even more work, Helen almost cursed out loud but refrained herself.

As Sacred went off to hide within her divine realm for a two-month-long power nap, the world was basically in uproar as various races debated on what to do on the upcoming congress.

Very few races outright denounced the congress, and those that did were often quickly declared to be traitors to the race and quickly marginalized. However, that was not to say the idea of the congress was well-received. Far from it.

However, nobody dared to challenge the mysterious human Lord. Hence, every invited race eventually got their act together and decided on their stance and representatives, some of the more far-away nations having to send their envoys months early, just to make it in time.

Amongst the Golden Republic, however, the event was viewed in a much, much different light. People viewed it as their triumph and vendetta amongst their previous oppressors, and over 3/4 of the entire population planned to be in the city during the event, something which the Sacred Church not only supported but actively encouraged.

Finally, as the fated day drew closer, the first envoy arrived.