I stared out at the desert wastes before me. It was beautiful, in an endless and expansive sort of way. And it made a perfect backdrop for a moment of introspection.

  This moment of peace and celebration, progress and victory is a good time for me to take stock of my current worshipers. I thought, wondering how the events over the last two months had changed the demographics of those who worship and serve me. And so I set about doing that.

  I dove into my mind and quickly made it to the mental lake I had spent a fair amount of time at. This was a place I liked to visit when I needed a break, or when I felt annoyed with the world around me. But this time I was all business. I, in my thought-form. strode over to the lake and politely greeted it.

  After a minute or so of exchanging pleasantries, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. "I'm here today to check out the current demographics of my worshippers." I told the lake, confident and excited to see what sorts of creatures worshipped me.

  In the time since I had gotten the notification that the system was done processing my new worshipers and allocating their abilities to me, I hadn't had time to sit down and actually sort through who all had come to my fold. I knew about many of my new powers, but not about the specifics of who worshipped me, even as far as their species went.

  I had a vague idea about the demographics of my various cults, but the system's choice to delay informing me about shifts in the wake of the events in Undermoon had caused me to have blindspots. This was a chance to correct that.

  "Alright, give us a second... Okay, here it is." The lake responded, hesitating in the middle of its statement as it gathered the requested data from deep within my subconscious and the domains themselves. My eyes flashed as a textbox appeared in front of me, one that differed from the one I saw when I had last done something vaguely similar to this.

  "Don't sass me!" I shouted at the lake, and less directly at the system itself, annoyed at the text in the box that was rightfully chiding me.

  "Fine! But seriously... organize your worshipers." The lake responded, smugly.

  I hissed in annoyance. "You aren't wrong, but I'm at war!" I shouted, annoyed at the lack of concern for my current situation. The lake was silent, and I could imagine a number of valid responses that invalidated what I had just said and refocused on the textbox in agitated silence.

  13 cults or covens, 13 leaders. I really should meet them and organize, shouldn't I? I thought, before immediately getting a response from a voice I found annoying given the context. The system.

  [Yes. You should. Are you going too?] The system asked, clearly of the same mind as the lake on this issue. I sighed and knew that it was right.

  [Yes actually. Y'all are right. I am going to begin to do that right now actually.] I told it, accepting that it was right. And with that I teleported, whisking myself to the dark elven city of Undermoon.