"Now why would I do that, Michael?" Freya said with a tilt of her head. "The only thing I gain by doing so is an even bigger enemy than I already have. His father is strict, and I would much rather you not agitate him."
"I won't. I just have some questions," Michael replied. "You refer to yourselves as gods, right? You seem strong."
"We are gods in the eyes of the people, but in reality, we are mere Tier 17 existences. If the higher powers wanted to wipe us out, they could. We are like marionettes to them," Freya said, shrugging.
The tension in the air was palpable, but in truth, Michael had no qualms with her.
If anything, he didn't want a fight to happen in the first place—since chances were, they'd destroy this earth in their first clash, and in the second, the entire galaxy.
Better yet, Hermes was here—the one responsible for this whole mess in the first place.
