At once the bottom drops out of Lethys' careful treading-on-glass approach. Monzun does not want this Land.
Some small part suggests anxiously that perhaps what Monzun means is—
—they don't need to take from him, points out the long, tired part of him that bent to Nemesis. They already have more power than this Land could afford them. He has been thinking too small. The quaint game of taking Villages, back and forth across the board, cannot mean anything to them now; the power of the Creeds puts them above that. No, they don't care. The rules are thrown away and do not matter. (Such rules were all that amused Nemesis.)
If ichor could run cold.
Laetes, sensing something from his god, begins to slowly back away, the Leash falling slack. His eyes dart from Lethys to Sweetheart to Monzun.
"What will you do?"
His voice carries the usual echo of godhood, but it sounds hollow.
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Date: 2025-03-23 08:14 pm (UTC)Some small part suggests anxiously that perhaps what Monzun means is—
—they don't need to take from him, points out the long, tired part of him that bent to Nemesis. They already have more power than this Land could afford them. He has been thinking too small. The quaint game of taking Villages, back and forth across the board, cannot mean anything to them now; the power of the Creeds puts them above that. No, they don't care. The rules are thrown away and do not matter. (Such rules were all that amused Nemesis.)
If ichor could run cold.
Laetes, sensing something from his god, begins to slowly back away, the Leash falling slack. His eyes dart from Lethys to Sweetheart to Monzun.
"What will you do?"
His voice carries the usual echo of godhood, but it sounds hollow.