The tension in the chamber where the stars had gathered had risen sharply.
Crimson Hollow sat on his seat with a crazed expression, killing intent leaking out of him.
He had just watched a decisive battle between his last remaining god and a god from Torrevenos. His god had lost, brutally, at that.
The battle had been so fast, so complete, that it burned at his pride that his god was the one it had happened to.
He had no gods left in the Virelenna.
The Star of Dranzmael had lost.
While Crimson Hollow sat in silence, seething, the one whose god had brought about his downfall was far from pleased.
'His battle instinct is also frightening.'
Iron Crown had just watched the child god trick an empress with centuries of battle experience.
Even after all the warnings he had given her, after all her preparations, she had still been outplayed, and defeated. And Atticus hadn't even revealed anything new in the process.
