"AND WHY are you accusing me of cheating out of nowhere?" Neoma asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "What did I even do?"
The good thing about being superhumans was that they didn't have to raise their voices when talking. Even though the fighting floor between them was the size of a large field, they could hear each other just fine.
"That boy didn't return on his own," Helstor said, clenching his jaw tight. "Most of us here are gods. I'm sure it's not only me who can tell that the presence that brought back the child's soul belongs to the God of Death."
Heh.
Neoma was a scam queen, so she was used to getting accused of cheating.
But it felt wrong to be called a cheater when she hadn't done anything foul yet.
This could be fun, though.
"Yeah, I know. We all know that it was the God of Death who brought back Greko's soul," Neoma said, tilting her head to one side. "What about it?"
