Chapter 1300: Fury
Dravek Solmar, the ambassador of the Redflame faction in the Verge, had never been as furious as he was at that moment.
The child god, Atticus Ravenstein, had just been teleported back to his world, but the image of his face, his disregard, still burned in Dravek’s mind.
Even as the stars vanished from the Iron Hall, appearing in the boundless space and beginning the process of ascending Eldoralth to the middle planes, Dravek’s fury still blazed like a scorching inferno.
He wasn’t going to let the disrespect slide. Dravek knew this. And perhaps that was the only reason he hadn’t already resolved to put the pup in his place immediately.
He was a Burnblade, a god in charge of multiple worlds under the Redflame faction in the Verge. To think a child who hadn’t even been a god for a decade would show him such disregard. Such disrespect.
“You look like you’re about to explode.”
Dravek turned his burning gaze toward a man clad in attire as dark as his aura. His eyes were empty, lifeless as death. There was a sneer on his face, one that only made Dravek’s rage burn hotter.
He was the representative of the Abyss faction. Known throughout the Midplanes as the evil that should never be trusted.
“Mind your business,” Dravek growled, but the man’s smile only widened.
“I have to say, it’s understandable. You wanted the child more than any of us, and you got the most insult in return.” He laughed.
Dravek turned away as he felt the gazes of the other representatives. Many of them seethed, clearly offended by Atticus’s disdain. But none had felt it more than him. They knew it. He knew it. Which was why the amused glances they threw his way grated at him.
In the Middle Planes, it was well known, your Will defined your character, whether you awakened True Will or not.
He was a Burnblade in the Redflame faction. A god on the Redflame path. And there was no one who didn’t know the main trait of those who walked that path.
Fury.
In essence, their fuses were short, and they tolerated next to nothing before erupting. One could not challenge the Redflames without getting scorched.
Dravek turned, releasing a heavy huff that blew hot steam from his nostrils. He began walking away, ignoring the countless jests of the other representatives.
…
A bright light ignited in the midst of endless darkness. In its wake, Dravek appeared.
The temperature around him was still scorching hot, but it had dimmed slightly, only because of the being he was about to meet.
Dravek, a Burnblade of the Verge, sank to one knee and bowed, his expression reverent. A few moments passed before a voice finally came.
“Dravek. I’m surprised you’ve paid this old one a visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Dravek bowed his head even lower as he spoke.
“I pay my respects to the great Verge.”
A light ignited in front of Dravek, and a figure took shape. Still, he didn’t so much as raise his head. He knew his place.
“These formalities are tiring,” the voice said, now closer. It sounded like multiple versions of the same person speaking at once from different points in time.
“Raise your head and state your business. I hope you bring this old man something the least bit interesting.”
Dravek hesitated, swallowing hard. The words were neutral, welcoming, in fact, but coming from a being who could erase worlds and civilizations like sparks crushed between fingers, it was hard to relax.
He clenched his fists and raised his head. His eyes landed on the figure before him.
Dravek had met the Verge multiple times. With such a high status in the Verge, it was natural to make contact with its star.
Still, no matter how many times he saw the star, it always felt like an explosion went off in his mind.
Though the Verge appeared in humanoid shape, his presence was boundless.
His body was formed of black stone laced with flickering red veins of flame and light. Cracks shifted across his form in tectonic lines. Half his face was covered by a smooth, expressionless mask.
Behind him trailed a semi solid cloak of drifting ember like ash that never settled. Six glowing eyes were scattered across his face, and under that gaze, Dravek had never felt so small.
“Well?”
The Verge’s voice snapped Dravek out of his trance. He shook his head, taking another hard gulp.
“Great Verge,” he began, “it is my—”
“Like I said,” the Verge cut in. “Save the formalities. Why have you come here?”
Dravek’s heart beat faster. But then he remembered the child god’s disregard, and he steeled himself.
“I have come here to collect on a favor, Great Verge.”
A long silence followed those words. And with each second that passed, his racing heart only intensified.
The Verge said nothing, but his eyes, those six glowing eyes, pressed down on Dravek, making him question his entire existence.
What the hell had he just done? Had he really said that… to a Star?
He was drenched in sweat. And just as he was about to take the words back…
“Hm. Such a letdown,” the Verge said, sounding displeased. “This old man had hoped for something interesting, but you came to collect, instead. Alright. It’s only fair that a favor be repaid with another. What do you want?”
Dravek hid the smile threatening to break onto his face and began recounting the events on the lower plane.
When he finished, the Verge paused.
“You Redflames and your temper. Pride. Respect. Ego. Such meaningless things. It’s disappointing to see them define so much of your little existences.”
Dravek had already clenched his fists, silently hoping the Verge wouldn’t refuse.
He knew how wasteful this was. He could’ve used the Star’s favor for something greater, something to elevate his position in the faction. But right now, fury had overrun all logic.
He hadn’t been this angry in centuries.
That child was going to pay.
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