The moment Ogun's sword was extinguished, Wrath gleamed with delight and turned to the God of iron.
"It's your turn next."
Feeling the black wave of unknown power move toward him, Ogun instantly felt it was dangerous and dashed away. Any later and he would have been contaminated by the purely malevolent power.
>FWOOOOOSH<
His retreat was hasty, almost humiliating. It was like he was a scared prey that leaped at the sight of a predator. Such an action was the very epitome of disgrace for a god.
He regained his posture on the flat board beneath him and glared at Wrath from a safe distance. Anytime it seemed like the god of iron had the upper hand, this mortal always brought something new into the mix. It was vexing, extremely so!
"I could have caught you back when you retreated, but— even I have to admit that seeing a scampering god cling to his life is fun."
