"What are you laughing at?" Lassadol asked as she reddened in embarrassment.
"You're planning on committing deicide? A mere platinum dragon? Your God groveled under my feet as he died several thousands of years ago," Procella mocked. As a former God, she couldn't help but retain a bit of pride as a divine being.
Committing deicide was impossible for even the Gods. The dragons were simply mortals who deserved to be the floor mats of the Gods.
A dragon claiming to be able to kill a God? Procella wasn't certain whether to consider it bravery or plain stupidity. But one thing was certain. Such a claim was more than disrespectful to say to a former God.
"The God of Platinum Dragons under your feet?" Lassadol asked, spitting on the ground. "You're as much of a mortal as I am."