12-26-2025, 04:36 PM
Grym was on the edge of her seat, literally. But it was like the blind trying to watch a movie. She could only glimpse part of what was obviously a more complicated scene playing out - one that only Dante could discern. She felt like a cockroach surviving in Dante's world, but despite the threat of being stepped on, she kept her face schooled to a hard line that might be taken for caution as much as disapproval.
Dante's taunt about the birth of a new god riddled through her body as if she'd been the one struck with electricity. Every muscle tensed, everything in her wanted to react. Oh she wasn't foolish enough to take up arms in a room full of dangerous men, although Zholdin's men were not much of a concern to her at the moment. It was the two channelers that were the real threat. She had no idea what Zholdin was capable, and by the evil cackle of his delightful laughter, she didn't want to find out.
What really pissed her off was Dante's goading. He already called her a remnant; he knew she was Atharim as if he'd inked the snake on her arm himself. And he knew she was powerless to stop anything at the moment. He knew and he rubbed it like salt in a wound.
She stood up slowly, unfurling herself before him. They were nearly eye to eye, and into those eyes she stared, trying to discern what, if any, humanity lay within them.
Then she spat on the floor, crossed her arms, and dared a reaction. She wasn't leaving without her gear, but if she had to fight her way to a bloody end, it'd be worth it.
Dante's taunt about the birth of a new god riddled through her body as if she'd been the one struck with electricity. Every muscle tensed, everything in her wanted to react. Oh she wasn't foolish enough to take up arms in a room full of dangerous men, although Zholdin's men were not much of a concern to her at the moment. It was the two channelers that were the real threat. She had no idea what Zholdin was capable, and by the evil cackle of his delightful laughter, she didn't want to find out.
What really pissed her off was Dante's goading. He already called her a remnant; he knew she was Atharim as if he'd inked the snake on her arm himself. And he knew she was powerless to stop anything at the moment. He knew and he rubbed it like salt in a wound.
She stood up slowly, unfurling herself before him. They were nearly eye to eye, and into those eyes she stared, trying to discern what, if any, humanity lay within them.
Then she spat on the floor, crossed her arms, and dared a reaction. She wasn't leaving without her gear, but if she had to fight her way to a bloody end, it'd be worth it.
‡‡ GRYM ‡‡