Chapter 392: Ch 392: Going after Shards- Part 2
The God of Justice let out a guttural scream, his voice echoing through the divine plane like the toll of a cracked bell.
His throne, made from polished obsidian and fractured fate, groaned beneath him as he rose.
Serious eyes, burning with fury, stared down at the cracked crystal hovering before him. Seven out of ten. Seven. Shattered. Gone. Torn from the fabric of his influence in the mortal world.
His shoulders heaved, body aching with phantom pains tied to the destruction of each shard.
Though it didn’t cripple his divine might, the backlash was undeniable—annoying, persistent, and insulting.
"They dare to erase what belongs to me."
He growled, his voice seething.
A portal of red flame split open in the distance, and from it stepped a towering figure clad in crimson armor and trailing the scent of scorched iron—The God of War.
He strode forward, his sword resting across his broad shoulders, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
"You’re still sulking? Seven shards gone, and you sit on your throne like a scorned priest."
War smirked.
Justice didn’t even glance at him.