"Hunter Gabriel. Hunter Valentine." Kali was the first to speak once they were all inside, her eyes staying on Ambrose. "We're all here."
She could already sense Ambrose's hesitance toward Thoth.
The Guide had surprised them today, using an actual phone to contact them.
Why?
Because he wanted to see the people who encountered an Archon—beings who slaughtered the Pantheon in Kali's vision—and lived.
"Didn't know we were going to have a Grand Conclave part two tonight," Valentine flashed a sarcastic smile. "Otherwise I would've gotten wine."
Viktor snorted. "Vodka would be more suitable here."
Both men exchanged a look, ignoring the agitation on Wukong's face.
"Let's cut to the chase—" The monkey King had just taken a step forward when an unexpected voice joined in.
"Ambrose Hale," Thoth assessed the SS-Rank closely, eyes squinting with something unreadable. "Nice to finally meet you."
Ambrose blinked.
Oh, shit.
He was actually talking to him.
