"You are weak."
He said, his tone was neither degrading them nor trying to belittle them. It was…flat.
"Rahu, speak clearly. What's the matter?"
Amidst the discussions and conversations, Yveline's voice tore through the group. Her ink-black eyes shone as she looked at him.
"Of course you'd notice, my love," Rahu chuckled.
"Fifty years later, the army of a god will breach the barriers of the mortal realm. But that's not what I'm worried about." He paused, letting the words sink in.
"Then what is it that you are worried about?"
"It's…time. Fifty years…is a bit less to conquer the entire mortal plane, spread my faith, and transform them into the dimensions."
This was what worried him, though there were a few other concerns. The first and foremost was the…curse.
Yes, the one he had gotten from those beings in that mysterious realm. Till now, he didn't even know what the curse was.
