Gurdan stepped back from the war table, lifting his chin with confidence.
"After that... once Edmund is devoured... I'll become the complete vessel."
His voice grew stronger.
"With my power alone, and the aura it gives my soldiers, we'll stand unshaken. No one will be able to stop us. Not the elves. Not the beastkin. Their kingdoms will fall one after another."
Inside his mind, the celestial screamed with joy.
"Yes! Kill them! Devour them all! We will rise above every kingdom! Above every bloodline! Above every god!"
But then Gurdan's eyes narrowed.
His tone shifted.
"There's only one problem."
The celestial suddenly went quiet.
Gurdan clenched his jaw.
"...Garius."
Silence.
Even the ever-mocking celestial voice didn't respond.
Gurdan's fists tightened.
"That Overpowered man… he sealed the celestials before. Sealed you like nothing. Like trash."
Still, no answer.
Gurdan's eyes stayed locked on the table.
