Outer space above Orimund trembled faintly.
The five gods stared at Zane for a moment after his declaration.
Then—
Laughter erupted.
Drakthar threw his head back first.
"Ahahahahaha—!!"
His divine aura shook as he laughed, veins bulging across his muscular arms.
Even Vorathrax allowed a low chuckle to escape his lips, the sound cold and disdainful. Beside him, the twins exchanged glances before laughing openly, amusement flickering through their identical green eyes.
Lilithara laughed the loudest.
Her voice was sharp, venomous.
"You're a funny mortal," she said mockingly. "I'll give you that."
Her black eyes narrowed.
"But you should know your place. Stand behind Eirenyssa."
She tilted her staff slightly.
"You may be the strongest among mortals. That's probably why you're this confident."
Her smile twisted.
"But compared to us… you are nothing."
Zane waved his hand lazily.
"Bla bla bla," he muttered.
The laughter faded.
