"Have you decided to kill a junior, Weapons God?" Grimsight asked.
The young man stood a short distance away from the four of them with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Stand down, Spearheaven. I have not yet made the decision to kill him. I would like to find out for myself what it is that makes him such a threat that even Starsight herself feels it right to name him the Destroyer."
Grimsight frowned and looked back at Alex. He seemed too scared to talk at the moment.
"You might have to wait a while for that," Grimsight said. "He is in no situation to talk."
The Weapons God nodded. "I understand. But I must warn you that the others may not be so patient against a threat to their entire world."
Grimsight turned around and blocked an attack just as it arrived. The attack was a large spray of water that pushed against Grimsight's defense. After a while, the water all returned to where it came from—a bronze gourd in the hands of the Artifact God.
