[Bonus chapter thanks to TheCodedProf :) (6/6)]
By now, El'Rion was quite aware that he had been used. Well… used was either a term that either far too well-meaning, or far too severe depending on how you looked at it. On a spectrum, it was either Leonel had led him by the nose like a bumbling fool, or he had given him an opportunity.
There was no doubt that this mess could only be catalyzed by Leonel because of the Plutos involvement. If not for this, the Gods wouldn't give a damn.
As much disdain as other Mortal Races had for humans, Demi-Gods held even more so toward the Mortal Races, and the Gods above them disdained their ilk even more.
This was the way of the world, and they couldn't be bothered to care about ants.
The Pluto Race, however… That was a different matter entirely.
