The Fate No God Can Escape.

The weight of Zorynthar's warning pressed heavily on Drakos. Even after the god's towering avatar faded, the oppressive aura remained, coiling around him like an invisible serpent. He nearly staggered to his feet, his breath shallow and uneven. His mind raced, torn between panic and disbelief. God-Slayers. Phantoms.

It felt like the threads of his world had unraveled, leaving him clutching at empty air.

Zorynthar's voice still rang in his ears, sharp and venomous: "Drakos, not a word of what I just told you escapes your lips. If it does, I will know. And your family's fate will be sealed."

Drakos had flinched under that divine gaze, his resolve shattering like brittle glass. "I wouldn't dare, my lord," he had said, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a lie, how was he supposed to keep such a big secret?

But he will try.