Initially, Lucivar was fuming.
How could he be punished for a simple mistake? Besides, isn't he basically almost a God too?
A God cursing another God should be fitting.
But those arrogant thoughts were wiped clean by the punishment, the Falcon Champion's fists beat the pride, anger, and willpower out of Lucivar's system. Now—he became more docile. Many would surely think that cursing a God was stupid of him.
It was especially true when he didn't have the power to defy someone like Sutekh.
Perhaps he was in need of a beating.
Seeing his genuine remorse, Sutekh's eyes sparkled as the sand underneath Lucivar healed him again.
His broken body was fixed back to normal as if the wounds had never been there.
Lucivar sat up and kept his gaze down.
In front of a God, he needed to show the proper respect.
He must serve Sutekh to his dying breath and be grateful, even though he overpaid with pain.
'Nah, fuck that.'
