All that remained for Boron to do now was to wait, and he had been waiting.
He didn't mind sitting on the ground, lacing his focus on the powers brewing deep within his Broader Existence. Elita had cut him once, which left him leaking Amras, but for a Deity, that kind of damage could be repaired easily. Better than that, the experience had helped Boron heighten his awareness for such rare Treasures and Andori that could directly cut beyond flesh and soul.
After being imprisoned in the Under for so long, his edge when it came to battle had slackened, but not by much.
Where Boron came from – where he, Quintess and Listafelle came from – there was no tolerance for weakness or the slightest slackening ambition. Any who lost their drive to forge on weren't fit to join the Aspire to Divine.
The memory of himself as a mortal almost made a smile creep on Boron's marble face. His small, black eyes, livid with dreadful power opened slightly.
