"What is your evaluation?" Mothlina asked gently, her voice sounding like a benevolent Goddess of Light.
"Severe threat, possible chance of extinction for our kind." Spidersin replied nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.
This made the room burst into murmurs, especially Heracron who was the first to react by bellowing with anger.
"RUBBISH! Even those so-called Gods are only able to watch impotently as we live hale and hearty, growing day by day until we eventually rise up to claim what is rightfully ours! How can a mere human Grandmaster, or three of them for that matter, achieve what even they had been unable to?"
Spidersin only casually glanced towards Heracron then spoke neutrally. "Brawny Buganderthal."
Heracron's expression was filled with rage at the insult, but then a peal of mocking laughter soon sounded throughout the chamber. The voice could only be described as unpleasant as if the one speaking was submerged in mud.
