Hall Of Judgment, God Realm
Zane floated in open sky, dark mana drifting off him in slow, smoky waves.
Across from him, the seven higher gods of the realm hovered in a loose formation, each surrounded by their own divine aura. Their expressions were controlled, but the pressure rolling off them betrayed their anger.
They were silent outwardly.
Not inwardly.
Within the shared channel of divine thought, their voices clashed.
Sylphara spoke first, her calm tone edged with unease.
Do you have any plan, Thalira? He slaughtered mid-gods and officers like insects. At this point… he's almost equal to one of us.Do you have any plan, Thalira? He slaughtered mid-gods and officers like insects. At this point… he's almost equal to one of us.
Thalira's mental voice remained composed.
We attack together. That is the safest option.
A flare of heat cut through their link.
Primordius' presence burned hot with irritation.
No. I'll kill him alone.
