"You seem to be in trouble, brother,"
Vikoka said, staring dead into my eyes.
"Something is wrong with him."
Khokan got to his feet, his hand clenching tightly on his trident.
"He is different. For some reason—"
"He is an Avatar of two gods."
Vikoka completed his words, his hand trembling violently.
"That shouldn't be possible."
Khokan glared at me with hatred in his eyes, his expression that of pure rage.
"We need to inform Rangar about this." Vikoka said, his voice barely a whisper as he tried to step back.
"No!"
Khokan yelled, his trident glowing in a hue of purple.
"We are killing him, right here! Right now!"
"Huff..."
I let out a deep breath as I got into position, forming a blade of mana.
It will be hard. No. It's near impossible to win against them.
They have all the advantages in almost everything.
But it doesn't mean I can't win against them.
'...I need to be fast.'
The divinity I took from Elijah isn't mine.
