If their people were to stand before the other godlings… they needed to be more than blood-fed beasts with ancient titles. They needed to prove they were in control—not just of their urges, but of their future.
Roth watched his son carefully. The way Ethan's silence grew more resolute. The subtle shift in his posture. He knew that look.
With a wave of his hand, Ethan found himself outside the territory but he could hear the voice of Roth in his ear "You have grown well son"
Ethan, confused by the scenery change, adjusted himself before smiling. He turned, cloak trailing behind him like a deep red shadow, heading back to the heart of the budding kingdom.
