Before the speaker could even finish looking around, one wall of the chamber blew apart.
Stone and alloy burst outward, smoke billowed, and the fire from the blast licked across the air.
Debris rolled across the polished floor as the entire chamber shook.
The Gods didn't panic.
Their gazes turned in unison to the new figure walking through the ruined wall.
A human.
Small in stature compared to them, black-haired, with piercing red eyes that gleamed in the haze.
Some gods craned their necks to look past him into the corridor beyond.
No guards. No soldiers.
The dozens who had been stationed there were gone.
The human's calm voice carried through the smoke.
"Don't worry. They're alive. Technically, at least. Now then, should we talk about the Heavenbreaker Nameless Death?"
The auras of the gods erupted instantly, power rolling off them in waves that cracked the floor and warped the air.
None of them liked his arrogant tone.
Yet not one of them moved.
