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His authority radiated in all directions, including deeper. It filled the Iteration and spilled into the Way, silent and invisible. The footsteps of Death.
Iteration Three Hundred trembled. The Way trembled. The entire Sector trembled. But the Reaper’s hand remained empty. The Scythe of Ozriel did not appear. He sighed and put his hand down. “Yeah. One in sixteen.”
[I’ll give you some points!] Dross offered, which Lindon thought was irresponsible. There was no points system in place, so that wasn’t a promise he could honor.
Your brain is like…have you ever filled an eggshell with so much egg that it cracks from the inside?] “No,” Orthos said. “No one ever has.” [I find that unlikely.]
[If Ziel taps into the Joy Icon, I will give up forever, because the world no longer makes sense.]
“Tch.” She waved a hand. “Quiet. I know you didn’t teach him anything.”
[Oh no, your family isn’t getting along with Fisher Gesha,] Dross said. [What a pity that is. Can you feel my pity?]
LOL!! This is hilarious!
Ozmanthus had already started to fade, but he tilted his chin up. “Hardly worth mentioning. Summon me properly next time, and I’ll show you something you can really be proud of.” His eyes flicked to the top of Lindon’s head for a moment. “…and get a haircut.”
The Archlord man had weathered, tar-black skin and gray hair. He wore dark leather that looked as though it had been made from dragon hide, with bits of armor strapped to it.
OMG!!! Orthos 🐢💚
Orthos was human, with the same wrinkled black skin as before but a head full of gray hair. It was strange to see age on him as a person; Lindon had always known Orthos was old, but it wasn’t as though he was used to telling young turtles apart from old ones. Gray hair and wrinkles on a human form had far more impact.
In some ways, though, Little Blue was more startling. Rather than a spirit, she resembled a woman made up to look like one. Her skin was pale blue, but solid and opaque, and her deep navy hair was actually hair.
[It’s every parent’s dream to see their little boy grow into such a fine young Dreadgod.] “You’re not my parent.” [Well, I don’t like your parents, so I choose to replace them.]
“I have received more help than anyone in the universe. Even most of my power is stolen. There’s nothing noble about doing everything yourself. You just have to do your best to honor the help you’ve gotten.”
In the meantime, Emriss could speak to Akura Mercy about what it meant to bring joy.
Ziel’s muttered voice sounded like it was coming from next to Lindon’s ear. “Advance to Archlord, he’s a Sage. Advance to Sage, he’s a Dreadgod. Advance to Monarch, he’s off to kill a Dreadgod on his own.”
