Legs and jaws might be bound, and his chance to end this charade swiftly might have been lost, but defiant fury smoldered in the dragon's opalescent eyes as he glared at the two killers.
The Voice was not, after all, the first mad machine god bent on world domination that he had stared down.
It hadn't ended so well for the last one.
But he had been stronger then, and had powerful allies at his side. Alone and hobbled for the moment there was little he could do as he added to his list of pissed off deitiescollecting them all. He had lost this fight, and though he once might have lashed out in one final, grand gesture of defiance, holding his life a cheap price to pay for the potential to avenge the murders of the serpent and the Fae...
He had too much to lose now. And Safrin's recent words still echoed in his soul, time and distance adding a mocking edge to the casually callous declarations she had made.
Not a hero, nor even a villain. By implication, able to save no one, nor accomplish anything noteworthy in this new world.
Just... ordinary.
And what could an ordinary man do against a goddess?
The Voice was not, after all, the first mad machine god bent on world domination that he had stared down.
It hadn't ended so well for the last one.
But he had been stronger then, and had powerful allies at his side. Alone and hobbled for the moment there was little he could do as he added to his list of pissed off deities
He had too much to lose now. And Safrin's recent words still echoed in his soul, time and distance adding a mocking edge to the casually callous declarations she had made.
Not a hero, nor even a villain. By implication, able to save no one, nor accomplish anything noteworthy in this new world.
Just... ordinary.
And what could an ordinary man do against a goddess?
