The attack from the Sword God that had nearly killed Alex had left him breathless. Fear ruled his mind at the moment. Fear for his life. Fear of his death.
Words failed to escape his lips, and all he could do was quiver as he felt the overwhelming odds stacked against his own survival. Just him and some others against the plethora of gods.
Throughout his life, Alex had been in many terrifying situations, and he had come out of them stronger. And even with all that, in front of such might, he could only fear.
"Let me out!" Godslayer said within his mind. "I need to get out."
"No…" Alex thought. Things were already bad enough as they were. From what he could see, there was a chance that he could live. If he could speak, if he could persuade them all that he wasn't a threat, he might be allowed to live.
However, if he let Godslayer out, the nemesis of all gods, then the chances of his survival would fall to zero.
"Let me out!"