"Did you really have to kill all of the Norse gods?" Valentina Ignatius asked, looking at her son.
"They had it coming." Damian simply shrugged.
"They were still a pantheon. I mean, don't we want all the manpower we can get against the Raiders? The Norse were still a powerful pantheon," Victoria said slowly.
"I understand what you're saying," Damian replied calmly. "But they still had it coming. They hurt someone I like, and that alone seals their fate. Besides, it doesn't matter that they're gone. I can create thousands of gods of equal quality on my own. I will cultivate a new force powerful enough to drive out any threat that enters our universe."
His words sounded simple enough, but to everyone listening, except for the World Trees and the Primordial Beginning, it was as if he had casually spoken something that should never be said aloud, something too vast to even imagine.
