The God of Thunder and Courage found himself completely encircled by five Ashen deities, including the God of Painting and Swordsmanship. Their eyes were cold, as if he were nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Unless he could somehow transform into a higher god instantly, his fate seemed sealed. He would be worn down and killed, just like the three Orichalcum gods before him.
The God of Shadows watched him closely, ready to exploit even the slightest misstep. If he showed the smallest weakness, the same deadly ability that had defeated the God of the Prairie would be used against him. One hit would leave him critically wounded, if not outright dead, rendering him defenseless.
He took a deep breath, feeling a creeping numbness in his mind. Four gods had been defeated and killed right in front of him. The sudden and brutal turn of events rattled him to his core.