Bonded To The Alpha God of War
He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey.
When he spoke, it was not a statement.
Not even a declaration.
It was the truth.
“I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.”
The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty.
Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear.
A heartbeat later…
Lucien slammed his fist against the table.
Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.