Mammon cleared his throat.
"Before we begin," he said mildly, "let's confirm attendance."
Wrath's brow furrowed.
'Attendance?' As previously stated, the affairs discussed in the council weren't so important since they'd just follow the Great Mother's will, naturally there was no history of taking a strict roll call of the attendees.
There was a faint ripple of interest around the arena as they seemed to catch on before the slow witted Wrath.
Mammon unfolded a thin piece of parchment containing condensed abyssal script and glanced down at it.
"Litharch," he called out.
Silence.
A few demigods exchanged looks of amusement. Meanwhile Wrath's eyes narrowed as he caught on. Litharch was the name of the former Earth Elemental King that had been corrupted by the Abyss and had been assigned to attack the same human fort as him.
Mammon waited a heartbeat longer than necessary, then looked up in faux surprise.
"Not present?"
Another pause.
