Damon could feel the wrath of the item spirit inside him, cursing him for using her God's name as a recruitment benefit, but he did not care. His strategy worked wonderfully.
"The Venom… King?" One of the elders gasped. "That's… a forbidden name. No one speaks it in this realm. The gods themselves erased his existence from the records!" His skeletal fingers trembled. "You… you lie."
Damon tilted his head, his grin widening. "Lie? Maybe. But if I were lying, would your poison still tremble before mine?" He raised his hand, and the miasma around them coiled like a thousand serpents bowing their heads. They all drifted toward Damon, drawn like iron to a magnet.
The silence shattered as one of the order's masked figures fell to his knees. "Please accept me as your disciple. No, slave."
