We were packed and ready to go.
Or rather, I was packed—stuffing essentials into my bag like a responsible employee—while the Unknown Gods lounged around, looking like they belonged on the cover of some divine fashion magazine.
Because, of course, they didn't need to pack. Why bother when you could just snap your fingers and summon whatever you needed?
Meanwhile, I was just a regular human whose special abilities included absorbing fragments, blacking out dramatically afterward, and waking up with a headache that felt like I'd been hit by a celestial freight train. Not exactly confidence-inspiring.
But I did have one advantage. I could tell these all-powerful beings what to do. And, for the most part, they actually listened.
Well—everyone except Heim.
Heim, as always, was the outlier, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, radiating the kind of stubborn energy that suggested he'd rather eat glass than take orders from me.
"Not happening," he said flatly.
