"I am not auditioning for your approval. You have let your continent bleed for decades while doing absolutely nothing to stop the bleeding. Tell me, exactly how much did those high system ranks help you while your followers were being systematically slaughtered? Where are the other high-ranking gods of your desert now? They are dead or hiding, leaving you struggling to hold onto a dying world."
The obsidian woman bristled at the harsh reality check, her venomous tears halting for a fraction of a second. She opened her mouth to argue, but Red raised a hand to silence her before she could even formulate a word.
