Ever been surrounded in a room filled with people powerful enough to snuff you out in a blink? And then silently praying none of them decides to throw an attack?
No?
Well, that's exactly what Ambrose felt right now.
His knees trembled so much he had to clench them together.
Valentine, Gabriel, Devon and Viktor stood at the entrance of the pantheon chamber. The Pantheon themselves strode forward, standing side-by-side like this was a scene from The Avengers.
After a few more seconds of silence, Apollo spoke up first.
"Valentine Lockwood."
Valentine arched his brow. "Oh? You've heard about me?"
"Who doesn't know about the infamous grim reaper?"
"You'd be surprised."
Yemoja made a disgruntled sound. "Regardless of who you are, you've got some guts barging into a Pantheon facility. Do you have a death wish?"
Viktor was the one who spoke next. "You're one to talk. Who authorised you to kidnap our—Guide Ambrose?"
