Isemeine's words shocked Ryu. It wasn't because he truly felt like a mortal before her, but rather due to the audacity of it all. In a moment, she had gone from a woman with a hot temper to a self-proclaimed Goddess.
The most shocking part about it all, though, was the fact that she had meant every single word. There was no irony, no humorous tone, there wasn't even the madness one would expect to see in the eyes of someone saying something so insane.
Even as Isemeine tore her way through the air, blinking across exaggerated distances in a single breath, Ryu's rage inflated to the point he laughed.
Ryu looked up into the skies, his gaze rapidly flickering between a cold silver, a chilly sapphire, and a crimson ruby.
In just that moment, he had seen the real face of the Martial Gods. Their audacity, their hubris, their arrogance… It made his own feel like a small fish swimming amidst oceanic waves.
