The ruined seabed of the Precipice was still steaming, and the whole of it felt like a powder keg waiting for a spark.
Kassie was radiating violence, dragging her rusted greatsword through the pumice in slow, scraping lines.
The newly synthesized Dark Elf stood in the grey ash with her weight on her back foot, watching the Tyrant Empress with cold aristocratic caution. And Tiamat, the apex leviathan of the abyss, was sitting in the mud in her soft, clumsy human form, clinging to my lapels with the density of a tectonic plate.
'I need a referee. Preferably one who hates the gods as much as I do.'
