Chapter 15

He looked at the scene in front of him and growled. He almost had him in his hands. He was about to regain some of his stolen power.

Those filthy creatures were right in front of him, and he could do nothing. He steadied his feet and stretched his back.

He can almost feel the effect of the few drops of blood he had consumed.

They were absorbed through his veins and ignited a spark of his power.

The god looked at his right hand and already its color changed from ashy gray to almost tanned. As they used to be.

The wild beasts that his children have created were ugly and unworthy, but each one had a hint of his power, so he has to consume them.

He needs to drain those who called themselves kings so he would be able to reclaim his godhood.

All of those years he had spent in his son’s prison, he schemed and planned his escape, but it was