For a small moment, there was complete silence between everyone there.
None of them dared to move even an inch.
It was as if the very thought of moving might anger the gods, so none of them dared risk it.
Ashcroft remained quiet inside Damon's mind.
After a few minutes, he finally let out a small whisper.
"Is she gone?"
Damon groaned, his shoulders sagging slightly.
"You... what a great aura loss you bum."
"Shut up. You've never been shattered to pieces by a True God. If you were and remembered how it felt, you'd be spooked too. Fearing a True God is the beginning of wisdom."
Damon was sure Ashcroft was correct, but he wouldn't let him have that.
"Did you forget she killed me too? You don't see me whining about it."
"Then why didn't you dare move a few seconds ago?" Ashcroft asked, clearly wanting to curse.
Damon felt a chill run through him when he remembered her terrifying form.
"I was in deep thought. That's why. She's lucky I let this slide. I would have soloed her."
