"Wrath?"
Belenor chuckled, almost indulgent. "Across the galaxy, you are not the only transcendental. Kill me and you trigger a war of gods, and you will not be the one who has the last laugh."
Orson's brow lifted. In the countless Infinity worlds that studded the Milky Way, there had to be a long roll of battle-scarred supremes. Even on the fringe world called Earth, lives like Blazeking, Bellara, and the US Dragon Ancestor had emerged. He had stepped to mid-tier godhood, yes, but above rose the higher seats and the master seats. It was early to speak the word invincible. As for why the Pantheon Sanctum had come to Earth in the name of alliance and stirred up this war, that would take digging.
He nodded slightly, then glanced at Oliver. "Leave him a leash. For now."
"No."
Oliver's demonic longbow sighted on Belenor. The giant did not so much as lift a hand. With his lineage, he was certain Orson would not dare kill him unless he was ready to declare war on the entire Pantheon.
