Gods And Yahweh

Jarox’s POV...

Father stood now, ready to leave, his bio-armor pulsing, nano-threads weaving, reflecting his mood—dominance, impatience. His guards lingered at the doors, plasma lances humming, but his gesture kept them back, his eyes, cold and ancient, flicking to me, a pawn in his empire.

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