At this point, it was no longer a matter of whether or not he could complete his plan. The stakes had escalated to the point where even his own life was in grave danger. And if he failed, the losses would be so catastrophic that the Ashen Temple might not recover for hundreds or even thousands of years!
"Impossible! I'll make sure you die, no matter what!"
A whirlpool of complex emotions churned in Silver Moon Wolf God's mind. On one side, Sterl had repeatedly thwarted his efforts; on the other, the Upper-Tier Divines of Orichalcum were about to descend. Then there was the huge cost of failure that could cripple him for centuries.
These thoughts hammered at his psyche, pushing him to the edge of madness. With a deep breath, he fixed his gaze on Sterl, roaring in fury.
