The Storm Lord laughed so loudly that the recording became difficult to hear.
Above the table, Blackmoon drove the God of War through a mountain. The image shook, cleared, and caught the demon drawing back his fist.
"Go back," the Storm Lord said. "I missed that."
"You didn't miss anything."
"You're right. I want to see it again."
Iron-grey light flared around the God of War. Spears turned within it, their points aimed across the table.
Six gods had attended the meeting in their true bodies, though none had revealed their appearance. The Storm Lord occupied a mass of blue cloud threaded with lightning. He belonged to the Iron Pantheon, as did the god he was openly laughing at.
Their pantheon had required the God of War to attend. His written account had left the others with questions he would rather not answer.
"Enough," said the God of Light.
