Chronos looked at Olurun, amusement and displeasure mingling on his face with a tinge of threat lurking in his eyes.
"Do I take your words as a refusal to join me?"
Olurun shook his head.
"The Yoruba will concede, but know this, young king—there is a difference between reluctantly submitting and following wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, we Yoruba are not connected by blood to your majesty."
Chronos frowned, deep in thought.
'He's right. My rapid sway over the Dragons, Tai Kong, Sui Yue, Mikoto, Dadirri, and even Mount Olympus—that was all built on family bonds. The Vishwa and Yoruba Clans are a different story.'
He sat still on his throne, unafraid of the silence that enveloped them.
'Should I… claim Taiwo? And perhaps… Empress Devi? *Ahem* *ahem* Chronos you monster!'
He thought, the amusement on his face shifting into a dangerous glint as he cast aside the ridiculous notion.
