"Then what do you think about the Eldorians surviving?"
"Hard to say. Like I said, it depends on luck, who they meet. You don't have to worry about gods attacking them; the Verge forbids gods fighting non gods. And honestly, higher ranked gods don't really participate anymore. They send champions, usually subordinate gods under them."
This was Atticus' worry.
The Verge Games wasn't like the Virelenna on the lower plane. This involved countless worlds, unfamiliar powers, and races he had never even heard of.
Throwing his people into something so vast without knowing if they'd survive… it didn't sit well with him.
"I wouldn't stress over that part," Whisker added. "These men survived long before you ever showed up. They can handle themselves. You should be focusing on making the most out of this competition."
"What do you mean?"
