[Third Person's POV]
The elder looked at the fading image of Bathia in the scrying mirror with a mixture of anger and hate. His gnarled fingers gripped the edges of the ornate frame, knuckles white with tension. She dared to exploit the heart of 'that' god from him.
If she asked for anything from him, he would have given it freely, but this was different. Because it is the heart of a Death god, which in itself is special, As killing a god with dominion over death was a feat that transcended ordinary limits, the heart of such a deity was imbued with a unique and volatile essence. The power contained within it was not just a force to be reckoned with but a catalyst for profound change—a change that could unravel the very fabric of reality if mishandled.
