“Do not test my patience with your games,” Vi's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes narrowing in warning as he addressed his herald. The lines on his face were etched deep with frustration and anger, the weight of the world resting heavily on his shoulders.
“Tell me of Vanya, Safrin. Tell me what she agreed to. Tell me of your games with Ludo. Tell me that your focus has not been on these childish games instead of the threat to our world. Tell me that you have not wasted mine and Mort’s time with this foolishness, if you would tell me anything at all.” His voice was hard and unwavering, a god who would brook no further excuses or distractions from his herald.
“Tell me of Vanya, Safrin. Tell me what she agreed to. Tell me of your games with Ludo. Tell me that your focus has not been on these childish games instead of the threat to our world. Tell me that you have not wasted mine and Mort’s time with this foolishness, if you would tell me anything at all.” His voice was hard and unwavering, a god who would brook no further excuses or distractions from his herald.
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