Eldorin stormed into the grand court of Solaris, a deep frown carved into his face.
Without waiting for even a breath, he barked, "You sent your soldiers down there?"
Solaris had been calmly discussing matters with his ministers. Normally, he would have reminded his younger brother—with sharp words or sheer power—why he remained the strongest deity in the Upper Realm.
But today, Solaris was in an unusually good mood. With a simple wave of his hand, he dismissed his ministers. They bowed and faded silently into thin air, leaving the two gods alone in the vast hall.
Solaris turned to face Eldorin, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.
"I am fully aware of the plans you made to keep that cursed one away from the Tournament," he said, voice steady. "But it is no longer needed."
Eldorin stiffened.
He had taken it upon himself to ensure Alex never reached the Trials, promising Solaris that the Allfather would never sense that his eldest son was still alive.
