"Mind your words, Valar."
August's voice remained dignified despite the horrifying pressure radiating from him, a pressure so overwhelming that even the Lord of the Throne of Beasts could not rise from the ground.
"These ruins you dare call a damned place are where Lord Oden was born in the past..."
August slowly turned his gaze toward the ancient mural.
"...and where he shall be born again in the present."
He extended one hand and gently traced the enormous mural before him. Upon its ancient surface was the image of a lone man, revered by an endless multitude of creatures of every shape and kind.
"I have already made myself clear. Lord Oden will return."
August's glowing eyes remained fixed upon the mural.
"He is not a creature who can simply be killed."
Valar strained against the crushing pressure, but August continued without sparing him a glance.
