He sighed, and then shrugged. "The Desolate Waste planes. A hole layer where no souls go, and no one of any note, other than myself, resides. And I am only there because the last lord there made the mistake of destroying my main temple on a plane, and I don't suffer beyonder tainted demon lords and gods attacking my followers because they are too weak to go after me. So while I grow slow, due to the lack of war, I am going steady, without much competition. So when I do finally break out of that layer, there will be damn little that can stop me at first."