"Does it mean we lost?" Velion asked.
He was watching Zeus tear Aerion's body in half.
The sound of it echoed across the broken skies.
The battle had ended in Zeus's World.
Kaelus stood beside Velion, his jaw tight.
"That bastard," he muttered, veins bulging on his forehead.
His hands were trembling from anger.
Velion's eyes flickered toward him. "Are you not going to join the fight?"
"No. We can't. We need two of us here to keep the seal on the Heavenbreaker stable." Kaelus bit his lips, his eyes bloodshot.
He looked toward the cube behind them. Neo's clone was sealed inside it.
"If he gets out, we'll have a much bigger problem than Zeus. He is a Grim Reaper," Kaelus continued, "We need to focus on sealing him."
"Then what about that lightning god?" Velion tilted his head.
Kaelus gave him a side glance, reading the tone behind his words.
Velion's voice carried no urgency, or concern. It was clear he had no intention of fighting, or helping Aerion.
