"The last thing," Altair began, focusing now on Poseidon. "I need an army blessed with a combative Boon."
The look the God of the Seas gave him was standoffish at best, boarding criminal. Tremors ran from off his body, and it suddenly seemed as if the world was about to capsize. The Manor shook. No. All of Vastraoph trembled, nearly collapsing, thrashing back and forth like a living thing. If not for the Shadow Proclamation, Altair did not doubt that everyone would be dead, himself included. There had been a point where looks could kill, and Altair knew he had crossed that barrier.
