"He tasked me to move his coffin to the core of Mythica," Agnos said, his tone sharp enough to cut stone.
"You can't!" Jiuge's voice rang out, firm and unyielding.
I blinked at her. "Why can't he?" My curiosity, as usual, landed me in the middle of yet another divine standoff.
Jiuge turned her steely gaze toward me. "Do you even know what my task is, Carl?"
"Nope," Agnos interjected before I could reply, leaning back with an infuriating smirk. "And frankly, I don't care."
A crackle of energy interrupted them, jagged streaks of purple sparking from Agnos, while an ominous pink glow swirled around Jiuge. Their divine power clashed like an electrical storm, charging the air with tension.
If Mythica had an award for "Most Awkward Diplomatic Mission," I'd be a shoo-in.
Forget the Nobel Peace Prize—I deserved a medal just for surviving the past twenty-four hours.
