Heith stood in front of a man who was looking through documents. The man had a similar likeness to Heith, and in place of Heith's arrogant posture; his was calm and collected.
"You sent over one hundred thousand men to simply..."
His cold voice paused, the very atmosphere seemed to freeze with the man's voice.
"Test... these soldiers?"
Heith sat back. His eyes widened. His father never spoke to him like this. "Father, did you not say that mortals were like breeding mice?"
Mithrael sighed, turning to his son.
"Fool! Do you not know the basics? You will never be a full God like your brothers if you do not cease treating mortals like trash! Their loyalty... their faith... gives us power. We need them. They need us. Do. Not. Make. The. Same. Mistake." With each word the God growled, the pressure weighing on Heith increased on his shoulders. It was as if the very earth was dragging him down.
Heith sighed as he looked up at the Avatar. "Father, I can explain!"
