The world trembled. It shook with the ire of a disgruntled god, one whose power exceeded those Novus was most familiar with. Only Tempus could take hold of the courts as if they were mere playthings at his whim, and while the nations certainly felt his indignation, it seemed the hub of it all was exactly where Avdotya found herself: the Summit. Boulders were sent tumbling into spaces that once granted entry - and more importantly, escape - for the very beings Tempus had invited to his gathering of greats. They were their nation's supposed figureheads, kings and queens of their realms, and now they were trapped like vermin, suddenly forced to scramble to dig themselves out while they cursed their gods. Their tongues dripped with only a fool's irreverence, each word burning hot as they spilled from their lips... as if their scorn somehow had an effect on the almighty. Avdotya let slip a quiet chuckle from outside of their prison. Let them drown in their impiety.
It wasn't long before visiting citizens leapt to the aid of their sovereigns, buzzing around the rubble not far from where she stood within the trees; they called on those with magic to step forward, to lend their command of any shred of dirt and help their leaders. They wanted to utilize god-given magic, talents that were granted to the denizens of Novus by the very beings so many of them had held in contept. The viper laughed once more at the thought of the irony, standing idly by as she toyed with the soil below. Her creations came and went with the wind, small and meaningless yet pointedly calculated. She could help them if the desire truly struck her, but she saw no value in wasting her efforts here.
If it were up to her, she would have stripped them all of any gift they had ever been granted by the deities. These were gods they were challenging, not simple creatures playing politics at court. They could smite any single one of them in the blink of a celestial eye and yet there stood simple commoners chastising them for their inaction- as if they were Novus' damned babysitters. She nearly hissed her displeasure from under her breath. The woman had experienced more than her share of injustice at the hands of Zolin and the Court of Day, but not for a moment did she presume to lay blame on Solis' golden shoulders. In fact, it was her fierce devotion to the sun god that drove her to break away from the boy king's chains and run the blade of her spear across his very throat... and here she was, with everything she ever could have wanted.
And so, Avdotya continued to watch from afar with a thick lather of smugness upon her face. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be the sort of god Solis had been accused of.
It wasn't long before visiting citizens leapt to the aid of their sovereigns, buzzing around the rubble not far from where she stood within the trees; they called on those with magic to step forward, to lend their command of any shred of dirt and help their leaders. They wanted to utilize god-given magic, talents that were granted to the denizens of Novus by the very beings so many of them had held in contept. The viper laughed once more at the thought of the irony, standing idly by as she toyed with the soil below. Her creations came and went with the wind, small and meaningless yet pointedly calculated. She could help them if the desire truly struck her, but she saw no value in wasting her efforts here.
If it were up to her, she would have stripped them all of any gift they had ever been granted by the deities. These were gods they were challenging, not simple creatures playing politics at court. They could smite any single one of them in the blink of a celestial eye and yet there stood simple commoners chastising them for their inaction- as if they were Novus' damned babysitters. She nearly hissed her displeasure from under her breath. The woman had experienced more than her share of injustice at the hands of Zolin and the Court of Day, but not for a moment did she presume to lay blame on Solis' golden shoulders. In fact, it was her fierce devotion to the sun god that drove her to break away from the boy king's chains and run the blade of her spear across his very throat... and here she was, with everything she ever could have wanted.
And so, Avdotya continued to watch from afar with a thick lather of smugness upon her face. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be the sort of god Solis had been accused of.
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