I recognize it, allow it, and welcome it.
My vision tunnels as I—we…
Creed, Amick, and Kyzen appear on my sides, power from Godsden and the Abandon blazing across their skin. They shake as we fall still and take a split second to catch our breaths.
Their glares are unwavering.
Determined.
“End them all.”
Kyzen’s cold command has me twirling the handle of my sword in my grip. Everything within me numbs as we charge into the battle already unfolding.
Together.
The God of Obliteration isn’t only a cruel bastard, but a liar.
We should’ve known better than to believe he’d come to our side ingood faith.
This attack, whether it began when he was on the other side with us or the second he passed back over, was planned from the beginning. That’s clear from the blood coloring the ground and the struggle the stronghold guards are facing. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me.
What matters is that he broke his word. He and that bitch of Seduction played us.
Did we tamper with the Binding? Yes. More specifically, I did.
V and the Veilatara swore their power blocked that, and no one could tell, though.
Who do I believe? My revered connections or two evil, vile-ass, selfish Beginning Gods.
There isn’t a choice. It’s obvious.
There’s no truth or goodness to be found in the God of Obliteration or the Goddess of Seduction.
My men knew that.
That’s why Creed made me wear armor. Why they put me in the position behind them. Why Derivius stayed close to my side.
They all knew he’d pull some shit like this.
They all assumed he’d be targeting me, though. He did until that bitch opened her mouth.
Now my little psycho is gone.
He’s gone.
No one stopped them.
We didn’t save him.
What kind of hell is he, she—they—what are they going to put him through until we can reach him?
I jerk my head to clear my thoughts, but it’s useless.
My chest cracks open like a sinkhole, ready to swallow me whole as the worst-case scenarios he could face cross my mind.
Rage, regret, and…unshakeable, anticipatory grief trample through my body like a herd of oxid. My power twists and turns those emotions, soaking them up and morphing them into something indescribable.
My knees threaten to buckle as my arms tremble and the grip on my sword loosens.
