Damon gulped, throat tightening as he swallowed his fear. He had just been about to say the name of Obamion aloud.
His fingers twitched at his side.
He knew the names of a few true beings. Of them all, the most terrifying was the Unknown God. Other than him, Damon also knew the name of Muses, the god of inspiration. He had seen that name when he died. The System had spoken it then, cold and indifferent.
He had never dared to say it aloud.
Now more than ever, he was glad he had not.
Then there was Minerva, Goddess of Doom. It felt wrong to take a god's name lightly, but this was her world. He had spoken her name more than once.
These gods did not seem to hide their names. Only the Unknown God's name had been lost, erased by Doom herself. Or perhaps lost because even he hated it.
There was a poem about that.
Damon forced his thoughts back to the present and stepped forward, boots grinding bone dust.
"What are your intentions with us?"
