The rabbit, unfazed by the god's scorn, tilted its head slightly, its expression unreadable.
"Why did you interfere, Oracle?" the Blood Monarch demanded. "I almost had him."
Oracle stood with his arms folded, exuding an air of calm authority, but his tone was cold and sharp.
"You've crossed the line," he said. "You know the rules. Players are not to be harmed."
The Blood Monarch bristled, his aura flaring briefly before he barked, "A mere mortal insulted me, and you expect me to just sit idle, unaggrieved?"
His voice boomed, a blend of anger and indignation, reverberating across the distorted dimension.
Oracle didn't flinch.
His gaze remained steady, piercing through the god's fiery temper.
"I gave you the privilege to recruit candidates into your faction. But instead of exercising restraint, you abuse it for petty vengeance."
The Blood Monarch snarled.
