The God Bestowed Treasures
He paused and I didn't interrupt. I didn't know why but something seemed off here.
"As you asked for a price, we also asked for one," he said slowly.
"Your pantheon is asking for a price?" I raised one eyebrow in surprise, "shouldn't you seek us, not the opposite?"
"No, you got it wrong," he shook his head, "did you think you are the only outstanding human in that apocalypse? Even in our pantheon, we sat our eyes over a big number of humans already."
"But I'm special!" I couldn't take someone speaking in such a way about me.
"So the rest are," but he didn't show me any face at all, "and above everything, our pantheon is overall special as well. Even in the world of gods, we are considered a strong human force even against other strong races pantheons."
He showed me a pride that he never showed before. What? Was he looking down on me?