"The one who hunts gods?" the Mother muttered, narrowing her eyes to Clay who accepted her gaze and even stared back.
Her eyes slowly moved to the ambassador that Clay threw on the ground in front of him. That man had nothing more than one wound, it was in his chest, right where his heart was located.
The Mother felt enraged. She considered herself a very calm person, generally, and she indeed was. Though she was the severe type with people that opposed to her, it was needed a lot of boldness from someone to get her really angered. Clay had achieved that feat in his very first time seeing each other, and that was what got her even madder about him.
"You are the archer that they are talking about so much, aren't you? The man who is killing my ambassadors, priestesses, and getting in my way to execute or capture that Sinful girl... I can't find words to describe how much I hate you. However, it won't be needed. These words won't make any sense after you are dead."
