Valtor laughed at my mention of the mythical creature. To him, it must have sounded like a stupid question. What self-respecting mercenary of a god wouldn't know of a being that could only be born from pure sin?
"A False Hydra? Why bring up something like that now?"
He tilted his head, his movements frantic and snappy, the signals from his brain still struggling under the sheer weight of the domain.
"Trying to scare me with it? Unfortunately for you, that's useless. I know for a fact that even someone like you couldn't weaponize something like that against the Church or me."
"Arden... what are you talking about?"
Marcellus struggled to remain upright, spitting up blood from the sheer pressure. Compared to the two of us, he was still the weakest one here, and while he wasn't completely overwhelmed like the backup inquisitors...
He still wasn't all that powerful.
"Fuck... I don't care anymore. Just get this over with."
