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Chapter 1166 Death of a god
As the crossbow bolt embedded itself into Rainar's head, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, a sight that was both shocking and unprecedented. A shimmering, almost ethereal blood oozed from the wound, trailing down the bolt in a macabre display.
The gods, who had never witnessed such a sudden and violent attack on one of their own, were thrown into a state of panic and disbelief. Their expressions mirrored the chaos unfolding before them. Even Zorian, the powerful and composed God of the Sun, was visibly shaken.
Seshat's eyes widened in shock, her voice filled with alarm as she asked,
"What is happening to him?" Her question hung unanswered in the air, adding to the growing sense of dread.
Zorian, in a rare display of fury, roared out orders.
"Find the attacker!" he bellowed to Seshat's angels, his voice echoing with authority and urgency. The angels, though equally startled, quickly sprung into action, their wings beating furiously as they scanned the area.
Meanwhile, Rainar's body continued to tremble, releasing a powerful surge of energy that heated the air around them. The wind began to pick up speed, swirling into a glowing storm that seemed to reflect the turmoil and confusion of the moment.
The gods and angels, usually the epitome of divine calm and control, were now gripped by fear and uncertainty. Lathander, known for his playful demeanor, lost his usual flair.
"Is he dying?" His voice was tinged with disbelief as he asked.
In a desperate attempt to help, Zorian reached out to remove the bolt from Rainar's head. However, when he finally pulled it out, blood gushed forth in a violent stream, leaving Rainar looking lifeless, his eyes void of any spark. The scene was one of utter despair and helplessness - a god, who was once thought to be invincible, now lay dying before them.
From his vantage point, Michael, realizing the gravity of the situation and sensing the impending storm, knew it was time to retreat.
"It's time to get the hell out of here," he said urgently. He left a spyder on the tree to monitor the aftermath and quickly activated his portable portal.
As the portal whirled into existence, Zorian, sensing the teleportation, shouted.
"The attacker is escaping!"
But it was too late. Michael stepped into the portal and vanished from the scene, leaving behind a gala thrown into turmoil.
The gods, still reeling from the shock, slowly began to grasp the reality of what had transpired. The unimaginable had happened - a god had been assassinated. The impact of this unprecedented event sent ripples of fear and disbelief through the divine gathering. They stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with a mix of horror, confusion, and the dawning realization that their world had irrevocably changed. The idea that a god could be killed, once unthinkable, was now a harrowing reality.
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