Chapter 47
My eyes widened as I stared at the trident in the king's hand.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked.
Please say yes.
The king shook his head solemnly. "I assure you I'm not. I wish I were, though. It would have saved us a lot of trouble after all."
So, this is what The Cult was after—a sea weapon strong enough to kill a god. I had expected bad news, but this was way worse.
It went without saying that I wasn't the biggest fan of the gods, having already met a couple of them. They were arrogant and had an annoying knack for ruining my life. But still, letting someone kill them sounded like a horrible idea, cosmically speaking.
"So, we have a possible divine extinction on our hands," said Laine thoughtfully, and I controlled the urge to whack him.
My intervention where divinity was concerned was frankly way above my pay grade, but no one cared when it came to exploiting me.
