My Name, My Title, My World: X

“To think there would come a time when I would see this again,” Brahman watched on silently.

His words were spoken to himself and the surprise he felt when he saw the blades floating next to Mane was concealed much better than even a spy would. He had given himself away once; he was not going to do it again.

Weapon Masters – a group of people despised by the gods for their unwillingness to allow themselves to be subjugated and confined to a lifetime of servitude. It sounded hilarious – the pretext – but that was exactly the reason why they had been subjugated. Their planet and sacred artefact was too precious an object to allow outside of the hands of the Heavenly God Clans, and it was because of this that they had been wiped out. At the time, it felt like the best option. It felt like their death was the only way to go about things. However, just like children grew into maturity and became adults, Origin Gods also experienced growth.

Unlike godlings who were born as children and grew