673 Trying to Reach an Agreemen (2/2)
Moranti answered with a wide grin, ”Do you think your faction was the only one that got stronger these past few days? Or do you need another deserter to leave you for that to sink in?”
”I believe a ceasefire would be best.”
”And I second that…”
”We're out of range of the viewing table, right? So what are you so worried about?” asked Jack.
Of all the legendary gods, those that were most tense were the three Flood Dragon gods that had arrived alongside the last batch of gods. They were almost shaking but didn't appear to be fearful of Jack's party. If anything, their faces seemed riddled with emotions of sadness or loneliness by the look of them. Kylon and Lunara were the first to recognize this but they were uncertain as to why.
”Can we reach a ceasefire or not?” Jack asked again, lowering the temperature of his tone little by little. ”It's not every day that you can negotiate for your lives without much consequence…”
”... I'll also agree to a ceasefire.”
”Torian?! How dare you?!” Tralbok turned and grabbed the Thundering God by the collar of his robe. ”You dare go against our orders?! You're no leader!”
But Torian remained silent. He shared no reasoning. What swayed him wasn't logic but the words Grixor had shared and the meaning hidden behind those words. It was rare that the tankiest of the gods showed genuine caution toward someone, and Grixor's tone said it all as the Earthen Gods eyes stole glances at the helmed swordsman.
”In that case, feel free to stay here,” stated Jack. ”Don't start anything you can't handle, not while he's here to keep watch.”
Jack turned around toward the exit, patting the helmed swordsman on the shoulders. He then shouted, ”You can come out now!”
A few silent seconds passed before two people entered the sacred grounds, a hydra and a human. But as that hydra carried the human woman into the entrance of Glacier Keep something happened.
Out of nowhere, a cruelly frowning individual appeared above the two people. His long-prepared wind blades were unleashed upon those two without question or hesitation.
'LINALA!' Raztol roared and rolled onto his side as energy rushed out of his frost body. He forcibly used himself as a shield and pushed Lina off of his back while trying his best to protect her. Yet no attack reached the heroic hydra head.
Instead, three figures disappeared and reappeared in flashes of purple energy. One had retrieved a scythe and placed himself in front of the attack to counter the wind blades. Another had his rapier's tip barely pressing into Tralbok's neck, drawing a single bead of blood. The third had his hand gripping the top of Tralbok's head without an ounce of mercy or hesitation.
”Tralbok!”
”Torian, will you act according to orders or not!” the God of Time shouted, trying his best to peer through the helmet of the anonymous swordsman to no avail. ”Let it be known that I followed our orders, not you!”
”You…” Jack groaned through gritted teeth. ”I hope you survive the keep… at least till I can see you perish with my own eyes…”
”Why not right now?” asked Tralbok, ready to cast time magic when needed.
”Who wants to call Halmut for me?” Jack questioned loudly, surprising the legendary gods. ”It's either someone contact him right now or we find out what's faster, my friend's rapier or Tralbok's time magic. I'm curious who will win in the end…”