The Titanis woman remained silent, her expression unchanging. Her eyes remained fixed on the King, as if dissecting his very soul.
"Enough," she said, her tone devoid of empathy. "If this champion disappoints, there will be no more discussions, no more second chances. We will talk of usurping your world's path—I will find another means to create what I need."
The King's shoulders hunched slightly, his throat bobbing as he stuttered, "Y-yes, my Goddess, I promise…"
The Titanis Goddess's gaze pierced through him, then turned cold. "Understand this: we have gifted you. The blessings of our skills, of our power—you have tasted them. But gifts can be taken away just as easily, leaving you bare and powerless."
Blue's breath caught in her throat. From her vantage point, she could feel the fear radiating from the King. She could hear it in his desperate whispers, in the tremble of his hands as he clenched them into fists.
