"That's precisely what I'm saying." Vaedron nodded with a soft smile on his wrinkled face. "He must have used the methods of the ancient civilization to become so powerful. And if this is left unchecked, he will eventually become a threat to our authority."
"And from what I can sense, that day isn't far off. We must capture him and bring him here. His knowledge of the ancient civilization is far too important. We may never find another individual like him with access to that kind of power."
"Indeed. He is far too valuable… we cannot risk losing him," God King Elarion said, his voice calm, but the greed glimmering in his golden eyes betrayed his true thoughts. He wasn't alone—every god in the chamber wore the same expression.
"We agree. He's far too useful to simply dispose of. Let's make him our eternal servant—a loyal hound to serve the gods," said the God of Wind with a smug grin as he crossed his arms.
