The battlefield went silent again.
At this point, Orion was beginning to suspect reality simply enjoyed freezing whenever powerful figures started talking.
"How many wives do you currently have?"
The question echoed across existence.
The prison stopped shaking. The fracture stopped expanding. The enemy beyond reality stopped moving, and even the Hunger Beyond looked confused.
The most critical question asked today had nothing to do with the apocalypse. It had everything to do with personal relationships.
The Queen covered her face. The Founder turned away, while the First Sovereign looked toward the heavens as if hoping someone would rescue him from the conversation. The Old Bastard started laughing again.
The First King's voice appeared immediately. "No."
Silence followed.
The silver-haired woman smiled. "What?"
"No," the First King repeated after a pause. "Don't start."
