Trunk's massive frame suddenly twisted before my eyes, the behemoth toppling to one side like a crashing mountain. The impact shuddered through the earth, a visceral reminder of the stakes at play.
"Damn it! You think you can just kill my precious boys?" I roared, my voice echoing across the chaotic battlefield. "Let me show you exactly what a mere human can do against the likes of you!"
With a frantic swipe, I manifested my sponsorship interface. My mind raced back to the inventory lists I had studied; specifically, the niche items designed for a singular, cutthroat purpose: deleting the current sponsor of a god. They were the ultimate bridge-burners.
I found them quickly. They were technically "cheap" at ten blessing points apiece, but that was a deceptive comfort. I looked out at the sea of faces behind me. I was responsible for a force of sixty-five thousand.
