Luria's temple trembled.
The molten veins running through her crimson hall pulsed erratically, divine energy crackling like storms chained in gold.
[Goddess_Luria]: "So that's how it is, huh? You're really nothing but a cheap god, Raven. A trickster with no dignity. Since this is what you're going to do—fine, but don't think your little backer will protect you forever."
Her words appeared across the divine interface like sparks of venom.
[Goddess_Luria]: "Even Grandpa_Hot_Pot has limits to his reach. You might think you're untouchable, but when the hordes of my followers—my loyal gods—come for you, not even he will be able to stand against all of them."
The message paused. Then came another—colder, calmer, and sharper.
One could feel her intent from that message.
[Goddess_Luria]: "I was willing to talk because war is a nuisance. But if you insist on provoking me, then so be it."
Raven stared at the glowing text for a while, his fingers drumming lazily on his desk.
