'Lith, we are surrounded.' Too many Warp Steps formed around them to point at all of them, so Solus projected their positions in his mind.
"Stop right there, Verhen. We can still resolve our issues without further bloodshed." A tall man emerged from a dimensional tunnel, bearing the features of a living god.
He had flaming red hair, blue eyes, and the kind of body that only someone blessed by good luck and who had Awakened at a tender age could achieve. His bulging muscles stretched the fabric of his silk clothes with his every move, giving the impression he could tear them up just by taking a deep breath.
"Hand Folkas' body and that pitiful human you're carrying to us, and we can end it here peacefully. You have my word." Lith wouldn't have wasted time talking if not for the Isharas' superior numbers and perfect battle formation.
"I don't know you or your kind, Scorpy, so forgive me if I trust your word as much as a fake coin." Lith replied.
