Dravek Solmar, the ambassador of the Redflame faction in the Verge, had never been as furious as he was at that moment.
The child god, Atticus Ravenstein, had just been teleported back to his world, but the image of his face, his disregard, still burned in Dravek's mind.
Even as the stars vanished from the Iron Hall, appearing in the boundless space and beginning the process of ascending Eldoralth to the middle planes, Dravek's fury still blazed like a scorching inferno.
He wasn't going to let the disrespect slide. Dravek knew this. And perhaps that was the only reason he hadn't already resolved to put the pup in his place immediately.
He was a Burnblade, a god in charge of multiple worlds under the Redflame faction in the Verge. To think a child who hadn't even been a god for a decade would show him such disregard. Such disrespect.
"You look like you're about to explode."
