The Apostle and the blue-clad woman frowned skeptically at Zach's words.
"Cease your blasphemy!" The Apostle said angrily. Zach, claiming to be a god, mocked the real gods.
"Sure." Zach chuckled.
"If you stop beating around the bush. Tell me why you wanted to invade my continent. Tell me why you invited us to talk. Tell me what the blessings of any gods have to do with it." Zach's demands were simple.
But the Apostle didn't like the fact that he was making demands. In his eyes, Zach was not in a position to be making demands. He should be waving a white flag, if not one of surrender, at least one asking for peace.
Instead, Zach seemed intent on provoking them.
"I have no reason to tell you anything," The Apostle said, crossing his arms.
"How about introductions?" The blue-clad woman offered.
"Sure," Zach answered before looking at her, waiting. It was her suggestion. She could go first.
The woman was unperturbed by Zach's gaze.
