Scourge of Souls – Book Four of The Realms by C.M. Carney
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The words of rejection, of rebuke were barely out of Gryph’s mouth when the High God Aluran waved his hand, dismissing the player. Gryph blinked out of existence, banished back to whatever haven shielded him from the High God’s gaze.
The pop of air rushing to fill the hole in space held all the potency of a bolt of the High God’s lightning. None of the other gods of the Pantheon spoke and few dared to even breathe as they silently begged the aether to turn their wrathful father’s gaze elsewhere.
Several moments passed, tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break. A bank of dark clouds rolled in from the Shining Sea blocking the light of the sun and leached what little warmth still flowed through the gods’ bodies. The world itself seemed moved by the High God’s anger.
