Samyaza was still trying to wrestle with the fear that he felt as Asherah appeared in front of him.
While most saw her as the gentle and serene wife of god, he alone saw her as something different.
An endless an inescapable black hole of pure divine power.
As a result, it was understandable that he had yet to fix his face or wrap his head around her words.
"W-Wager..? I-I don't-"
"I think this may possibly be the most insulted I have ever been. You are closer to pissing yourself in front of her than you were in front of me."
Abaddon leaned against the wall and placed his hands into his pockets while making a thoughtful expression.
"Am I not frightening enough...? All of my previous enemies seemed to think so..."
"Tathamet, you are a being who is better at eliciting lust and desire than fear. You need not take any offense to his behavior." Asherah explained.
