(The Pit, Kaelith's POV)
With Soron dead and Mauriss having declared his desire to become independent, Kaelith suddenly found himself surrounded by five Great Clan Gods, who while not openly hostile, now looked at him as if they were equals rather than vassals.
*Eye roll*
*Smirk*
Smiling slowly, Kaelith made eye contact with each and every single Great Clan God, as he widened his shoulders and portrayed his dominance, before slowly swinging his origin metal daggers between his fingers.
*Twirl*
Although he said nothing, he tried to portray his dominance through his posture alone, as he waited for any of the Great Clan Gods to dare project killing intent towards him.
*Nervous Glances*
*Tired Gulps*
The Great Clan Gods looked at one another, their expressions full of doubt, as they tried to gauge the will of the others.
However, after a few seconds, when they still failed to arrive at a common conclusion, it was Kaelith that broke the deadlock.
