The moment Garion sat down, the atmosphere inside the hall became strangely stiff.
A bastard who had just walked into their meeting, listened to their names, answered every threat like a joke, then casually sat down as if he owned the place.
Aurelion Auricrown's golden eyes twitched.
Finally, his patience snapped. "Damn it."
The golden Dragon God's royal aura surged violently. "I can't take it anymore."
Abyron Thalassar's ocean-like gaze also became colder.
Selkhara Frostveil narrowed her silver-white eyes, and the temperature dropped again.
Verdroth Viridwyrm leaned back with a dangerous smile.
Nyxvar Voidscale remained silent, but the space around him darkened slightly.
Aurelion slapped one hand onto the round table. "We are fucking Gods."
His voice echoed through the hall like royal thunder. "Do you understand that, brat?"
Garion leaned back in his chair and nodded casually. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
The Dragon Gods' expressions became even worse.
