"Thou stand trial before the authority of the Deuctus Cult. Thou stand in the iris of the New Gods of Burnetrout," Ambrose announced.
Jotou took a step forward as the length of chain clinked behind her, "What is left of them, you mean?" Her voice remained calm and low.
The metal around her wrists grew tighter; the new gods each gave a glare down whilst the audience present murmured in disdain.
"I'm disappointed you know," Jotou continued while sauntering to one side of the stage. "For Gods meant to bring a new age, they lose two of their number to someone like me. I expected more."
"Hold your tongue trollop," the shapeshifter's fur stood on its ends and shifted into a red hue.
Forallei lifted a finger in the direction of the shapeshifter, but kept her gaze on the blonde, "You expected more? You see us ill-fit as harbingers, and future guardians of Burnetrout?"
'That's what I'm implying to your followers.' Jotou met her gaze.
