Page 80 of The Gods Order

“I’m not disagreeing. I just find it hilarious. You should’ve seen her face that day we came here and she was addressed as such.”

My mouth curves slightly. I bet that was a shock.

Still can’t believe her ass came here without me.

We’d still be prisoners of the Goddess of Creation otherwise.

Maybe worse.

I place my hand against Sevryn’s chest, stopping him from opening the center door. He arches a brow, but I ignore him as my fingers wrap around the handle. I close my eyes, summon my power, then push my permission through.

The power from the other side tingles through my hand as the illusion wall shifts through the fabric of this cursed space. When the sensation settles, I open my eyes.

I don’t explain. I grab Sevryn’s elbow and pull him through.

“What the fuck…” he breathes, jumping aside.

I give him a teasing smirk as I run my hands through the floating essence. It drifts lazily around our ankles, cool and silver beneath the faint glow lining the path.

No torches line the wide stone walls. Incandescent crystals thread through the darkness, glowing with muted shades of blue, violet, and soft white like trapped starlight beneath ice. The light is gentle, casting everything in a dreamlike haze.

His head turns in every direction. I do the same, slower.

“Creed. Where in Hell are we?” he whispers.

“You heard me say where we were going.”

“Yeah, the fucking Crypt. I thought we were going to some damp room lined with dead gods. Not…this.”

I hum.

“Come on.”

His footsteps falter behind me, and I swallow a laugh. He’s fascinated and freaked the fuck out.

Massive pillars line the path, rising toward the unseen ceiling. As we pass, carvings shimmer, recognizing my presence.

“I’m going to visit Vihaan,” I say after several moments.

He groans.

“I should’ve asked more questions. Better yet, you should’ve told me what you were doing.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t like where I was going.”

“I assumed you meant Hell or that weird-ass Soul Chamber. You could’ve said, ‘Hey, I’m visiting where your dead uncle is buried.’ You literally said nothing.”

I shrug.

“You’re such an asshole,” he scoffs. “What’s the point of this? You heard Gladian’s story and now you want to what? Pay your respects?”

Despite his sarcasm, my throat tightens.

“Yeah. Actually.”

His stare burns into the side of my face.

“The day I killed him, he smiled at me. Told me it was okay. Everyone kept smiling at me like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do.”