A rune that could affect a Divine being.
A rare artifact that anybody would want.
Artemis looked up at Yama, bloodshot eyes trembling with rage. The work of a Great Being was never hard to miss, especially when the demonstration was live. There was something trembling deep within her. A sort of primal growl.
"How the Divine fall to the Great," Yama asserted his position as The Absolute. Artemis was irrelevant to him, the record keeper of Genesis. He wasn't interested in too much, but Vanve teaching Night? This was unprecedented; matter of fact, it was reality-threatening. Yama hadn't established whether Nate and Night were allies to Genesis or not.
