High above the glorious City of Gods, four intruders floated in a bubble of nothingness.
The silence inside the bubble was heavy and suffocating. It was the silence of men who had walked into a lion's den armed with a toothpick.
"Kairos..." one of the Gods whispered, his voice trembling so violently it vibrated in the air. "What... what do we do now? This isn't an assassination mission anymore. It's a suicide."
Kairos stared down at the city. His knuckles were white as he gripped the Pearl of Calamity.
His arrogance, usually his most defining trait, had been shattered by the scale of the city and the number of Gods.
He realized that even if he somehow managed to slit Sunny's throat, an impossible task in itself, he still would never be able to leave this city alive.
The moment the Emperor fell, six billion Gods would look up, and Kairos would be erased from existence before his next heartbeat.
"We can only retreat for now" Kairos hissed through gritted teeth.
