"I always knew this world's providence was a coward."
Pollux's voice rumbled low, a note of irritation clear beneath his cold, disdainful tone. Azriel's heart quickened, an unsteady rhythm hammering in his chest as the Starblood's chilling words filled the tense silence.
"Still, who could have guessed that today of all days I'd finally be exposed? You failed your duty spectacularly, World's Providence. Consider our arrangement nullified. I'll grant you this small mercy—flee, vanish, and pray we never cross paths again. If we do, I'll end your pathetic existence myself."
['World's Providence' shudders violently as it retreats into hiding.]
At the very same moment, new words materialized in the air, panels appearing ominously, flooding Azriel's vision:
['Monarch of the Burning Sun' has sent forth his avatar.]
['The Mourning Moon' has sent forth her avatar.]
['The Saint Without a Face' has sent forth its avatar.]
Pollux sneered dismissively.
