"The progenitor of their clan is the child of God Fenrir, a demigod who holds massive influence on this continent." Rosr voice rumbled, serious, filling the dimly lit room they were sat in.
'A demigod. Just my damn luck.' David's heart fell, he had heard legendary tales of demigods, children of the gods who had crossed over in the Convergence and the times following.
Some had been key in the preservation of humanity, while others were the opposite, like their divine parents.
All of them wielded immense power, there were even legends of those who had ascended and joined the ranks of the gods.
"I see that look on your face, you think its all over. You've gotten on the wrong side of a demigod." Rosr's gave David a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Believe me, you can't live in this world without offending some powerful being or another, they're scattered around like flies." There was a defeated tone in Rosr's voice, as if he spoke from experience.
