‘How…?’ Persephone grimaced as she looked at the stump where her right arm had been. She had returned to the Temple of the King of the Underworld, but her body was still connected to the World Tree, since the goddess she served, Mother Earth, had taken over almost the entire tree.

The World Tree transcended all universes and dimensions and was responsible for pulling out the Ideas that existed beneath the surface of the world. It was the system that ruled over all living beings and was responsible for reincarnation. Since its vitality came from death, it was enough to overwhelm all the holy powers of the world.

The reason Persephone had been selected by Mother Earth was for her domains of spring and grain. She was only given the power of a supreme god because of her connection to the World Tree. No matter how much holy power she used, she should be able to replenish it quickly. If her limbs were severed, she ought to be able to regenerate them instantly, but her arm showed no sign of growing back. Instead, a strange energy remained around her injury, fighting to enter her b...