"Foolish, shortsighted beast!" In the center of a vast divine kingdom, a one-eyed, broad-shouldered, bearded human male sits atop the divine throne, half-dressed in armor and black leather gloves. His hollow eye socket brims with swirling sparks, covered by a black eyepatch, surrounded by ceaseless storm.
"Useless creatures always trying to steal power from others." Talos, the Lord of the Storm, disdainfully looked at his nominal subordinate god, seemingly forgetting his own theft of the Winter Maiden's power, an act leading to the disloyalty and dissent of the raging god.
"Attacking the lineage of the Titan, did you ever think of the consequences?" Talos's eyes mirrored all scenes of the chaotic battlefield on the Senapus subcontinent.
His believers participated in the war, so he could witness this. Well, this believer joined the war willingly, it has nothing to do with him, Talos thought, as he perceived the anomaly happening in the middle of an archipelago in the Erathia world.
