Andreas's throat tightened; he knew that the soft image Victor put on for the public appearances and his fiancee was nothing more than another mask. The God of Destruction wasn't someone that would lose, and he knew that now Victor was manipulating the Clarke heir.
"Well…" He started, searching for the right words. "I want something from you and no, I'm not stupid enough to come here without a plan."
"Now do you?" Victor asked, tilting his head, his hair falling softly from his perfect styling.
"Yes, we need the God back. The one that listened to prayers and took care of its subjects and followers." Andreas said, his voice now steadier.
"And if I'm not interested, what would be your plan?"
"Elias Clarke."
