Pov Baldr:
I was still recovering when a level 3 Ascendant appeared, opening the space. I had never seen him before. His body is glued to his body, his coat bears a mark of 4 wings and a throne showing his service before the Ascendant Council, but his Dragon mask is intriguing considering the enemies of the Ascendants.
"Are they calling me?" (me)
"Yes, follow me."
"I haven't recovered yet." (me)
"It doesn't matter."
"..." (me)
Maybe I've been a God for too long, but I've never been treated with such disrespect. If I were healed, I would be able to wipe the floor with him, but in my current state it would be a difficult fight.
I rise from the golden lake, the light twisting around me forming new robes. The conversion of the power of light is ridiculous in this place. What should be done instantly took a few seconds to complete.
"Lead the way." (me)
