Chapter 136: Mockery
[ Etheome ]
In the vast chamber of Etheome, where golden pillars rose like frozen waves and the ceiling shimmered with constellations unseen by mortal eyes, the true god of Fame, Mirathis, stood alone, save for the voices in his mind.
The divine radiance around him pulsed softly, yet his brow was furrowed, shadows falling across his sharp features as he communed in silence.
A voice spoke within his thoughts. Not just any voice, but that of his chosen: Enren, a Zeten blessed by Mirathis himself.
"Enren, is everything going well for you?
Mirathis's tone was calm, yet beneath it lay tension.
The response came not with sound, but through the sacred bond that allowed blessed to commune through prayer.
Magma is in Sanatria," Enren's voice was steady, precise. "Word has reached me, he wants me at the trial immediately. I was forced to rush my training to catch up, but I've done it. Omen and I will both take this trial... and Dune, Atlas, and Ned will die by our hands."
A slow smile crept across Mirathis's face. "Good," he murmured aloud, "I like how this is going. Magma planned it well."
But then came the words that twisted the god's expression into something dark and dangerous.
"I'm sorry, Mirathis... it wasn't Magma's plan. It came from the prince of Sanatria. His name is Damion Asus Murderthrone."