Zigeyr stared at the Quasi-Supreme gods kneeling before him as he finished the last of his drink. They were the only sentient subordinates he had left.
"Master, it seems you still haven't abandoned your habit of drinking blood," Ked broke the silence with a faint smile. The others flinched at his words. Though they all knew Ked was the only one who could speak so casually before their lord, hearing him do it still made their hearts tremble.
Ked was the most mysterious among them. No one knew which divinity he governed or where he truly came from, yet everyone was certain—he was the strongest of them all.
Zigeyr swirled the crimson liquid in his glass, savoring the last drop before replying with a calm smile,"The blood of humans is a delicacy, especially that of human children. It is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. It makes sense—they were, after all, created from the mixed bloodlines of several Supremes."
"Truly?" Ked raised his brows in surprise. He knew how many kinds of blood his master had tasted over the eons. For humanity to rank among the finest—that was no small feat.
Zigeyr placed the glass aside and leaned forward. "Enough of that. I didn't wake you all just to talk. It's time to begin my plans."
"What do you wish of us, Master?" Ked's expression turned serious; his tone carried perfect obedience.
"Right now, you are the only sentient subordinates I have left. The rest are mindless beasts—creatures that only know how to destroy. That is why I want you to unite the nations under a single banner."
Ked tilted his head. "You mean the lands of Yani religion?" His knowledge of the modern world came from the body he currently possessed.
"Yes," Zigeyr replied. "The lands of Yani."
Ked's eyes narrowed. "Master, are you truly fulfilling your promise?" His curiosity was genuine—throughout his countless years of serving Zigeyr, this was the first time he had ever seen him make good on a vow.
"Of course," Zigeyr said with a faint, amused smile. "I'm keeping my word—and preparing for the awakening of some… old friends." He chuckled quietly, already imagining the chaos to come.
"When will the other gods awaken?" Ked asked.
"In a year or two," Zigeyr replied. "For now, go to Aliana and inform their Prime Minister that I have sent you to assist."
"Yes, Master." Ked bowed deeply, and in the next instant, he and the others vanished.
Above the Clouds
Agen exhaled softly as they descended through the clouds. "Huh, I'm still impressed by how casually you speak to the Lord," he said.
"It's nothing," Ked replied without looking back. "You're all just too afraid."
"Really?" Mihtris smirked, her voice echoing like the ring of crystal. "I think it's because you've known the Lord far longer than you let on. What has it been—perhaps a trillion years?"
Ked said nothing. He simply looked ahead, his silence heavier than any denial. None of them could imagine how many eras he had truly witnessed.
Back at the Apartment
Zigeyr sat alone, a faint smile curling his lips as he listened to their distant conversation. As a Primordial God, even in his weakened state, he could hear almost anything on this planet. If not for his injuries, his perception could have stretched across the entire galaxy.
"It's boring to just sit here and wait," he muttered to himself. "Perhaps I should accelerate their awakening. Playing with humans is far too dull."
If he wished, he could dominate every human mind on Earth within hours. It would take him less than three to make all of humanity bow. But such absolute control would be… too easy.
"There must be at least one human worth my attention."
Zigeyr closed his eyes and let his consciousness sweep across the globe. Every heartbeat, every whisper, every secret thought flickered through his mind—until finally, his expression shifted.
A slow, delighted smile spread across his face.
"Found one," he murmured. "An interesting human."