"There have been plenty of people who've wanted to kill me—you're just one more!" Owen scoffed, dismissing Loki's death-filled threats as nothing more than impotent rage. His voice echoed through the heavens.
Several leaders of hidden factions felt their eyelids twitch.
That was the God of Trickery, an ancient god of terrifying power, a nightmare carved into their hearts.
And yet, here he was, humiliated by Owen, driven back so shamefully!
In their perceptions, the fractured void, shattered by Owen's attack, rapidly mended, severing any link between him and Loki, the God of Trickery.
Leslie hurried to Owen's side, asking, "Where to next?"
"Let's head back to Azure Kingdom," Owen replied, his expression growing more serious. Then, with a smirk, he turned to Leslie and asked, "Do you know who the first person to try to kill me was?"
Leslie's gaze sharpened. "Who?"
Madelyn, Rachel, and the others looked at him with curiosity as well.