Maxwell had found himself far busier than ever before watching over his kingdom. As not only had he not been expecting the great expansion of his kingdom, but he had also been in no way ready to deal with having conflicting people. As the grass pixies did their best to maintain and even try to expand the grass pixies lands within the borders of his kingdom.

This act of theirs outraged his undead grass elementals and undead insect zombies, who saw the attempt to expand the grass pixie lands even by just a little as treasonous. Now Maxwell himself did not see it like this, as the grass pixies were merely trying to stave off the transformation of the pixie grasslands. They had the fact that the source of the transformation was him, and therefore they were technically defying him, despite the transformation being automatic, and therefore Maxwell had no real input in the process.

As such, he wasn't directing the grass pixies lands to be transformed and thus had no problem with the nine clans trying to maintain or expand the pixie grasslands they had watched over for generations beyond counting. Though the fact Maxwell was not against what the grass pixies were doing was a moot point, as those loyal to him were. Which was a bit of a problem, especially as those loyal to him were numerous and spread throughout his kingdom.

So Maxwell now found a lot of his time taken up playing peacemaker between the new citizenry and the creations of his kingdom of necrotic smog. It was exhausting, which was an odd sensation to have as an undead construct, but in the end it was his duty as the ruler of the kingdom. Though luckily, as time went on, the clash between the two over the issue became less frequent.

Though why that was, Maxwell wasn't quite sure. His guesses were either that the zombie insects and smog grass elementals had gotten the message he wasn't bothered by what the grass pixies were doing, or the other option was that the grass pixies were getting better at hiding what they were doing from their new undead watchers. Though Maxwell figured it could also be a combination of the previous two options.

Maxwell shook his skull. "It doesn't matter, Maxwell." Maxwell said to himself, no matter the reason the outcome was, he was back to having a lot of free time as his kingdom ran itself for the most part. So Maxwell figured he should go back to experimenting with dark magic once more, as it had done nothing but improve his realm so far. Before Maxwell could begin on this endeavor, he felt the presence of Phabium.

"Your highness, welcome back to my realm. What can I do for you?." Maxwell said speaking with the most reverence to the presence of Phabium he felt above his kingdom. His willingness to serve was showing through in every word he spoke. Phabium took a moment to look over Maxwell's newly expanded realm and see the overall state of Maxwell's kingdom before he spoke.

"It is good to see you again, Maxwell, and your kingdom. I have returned to bring you the artifacts I promised would be made with the power you handed to me. Now that they are made, they are theirs to do with as you wish." Phabium said in a calm tone, though his words shocked Maxwell despite the calm tone they were delivered in.

"I can use the artifacts however I want? Are you sure these divine artifacts don't belong to your fellow monster gods? Don't they have demands for their use?" Maxwell asked, confused, figuring that the artifacts of gods would come with strings attached even if they were being given by his savior.

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"No, they have no orders for you on how you must use them. As it is, the artifacts merely existing on the mortal plane will give the gods who created them influence. Which they have not had in a long time. So use the artifacts as you will to help maintain your kingdom from all who threaten you." Phabium said, explaining why there were no demands, clearing up Maxwell's confusion on the matter.

"Well then I will try to use the artifacts to the best of my ability and bring glory to the monster god pantheon." Maxwell said figuring that would be the best response and hoped it would satisfy Phabium. Which, as far as Maxwell could tell, Phabium was satisfied with his answer.

"That is all I can ask for. I must go now. Best of luck, ruler Maxwell." Phabium said his presence was leaving as three lights came down from the sky and burst into the artifacts he had been promised. A screen appeared before Maxwell, telling him of what each artifact did and what god it belonged to.

You have been gifted the following lesser divine artifacts of the monster god pantheon.

Helmet of Arrab—crafted by the monster sea god Arrab.

This helmet is made of arowak bone and has a giant arrowhead horn coming out of its top. The helmet has the ability to grow its arrowhead horn to absurd lengths to pierce anything before it. The helmet also allows its bearer to have any weight atop his head so long as they are piercing it.

Teeth of Upath—crafted by the god of plant-devouring Upath

The teeth are made of a strange stone-like substance and kept in a large bone jaw. The power of these teeth is that all wood that stands in front of them will be cut in half with one bite of the teeth.

Claws of Dawth—crafted by the dawn god Dawth.

This set of two claws represents both night and day, and their use in which you are supposed to use the night claw and then the sun claw has them represent the dawn together. The ability of the claws is that the night claw first leaves behind dark wounds that the light claw will then ignite.

That is all the artifacts.

Maxwell looked at the three artifacts and found the ideas swirling in his mind of what he should do with them. Luckily for him, with things starting to quiet down within his realm, he could devote his full time and attention to those ideas. So the only real question for him was what he was going to do with the new divine artifacts of his kingdom.

Does he put them into a temple dedicated to the monster pantheon? Since each of the artifacts represents a different monster god, it would fit. Though he could also try and use them in his experiments, as even weaker divine relics would probably help him to create truly bizarre but powerful things.

"So, Maxwell, what are you going to do?" Maxwell says to himself, his thoughts circling as he considered the future of the divine artifacts and what that held in store for him and all those that followed him.