The others, who had just let out sighs of relief, instantly tensed again. As one, they turned to The Lifeless Dreadgod, expecting him to pull out another Myriad Crystal.
"What are you staring at? Do you think Myriad Crystals grow on trees?" The Lifeless Dreadgod scoffed. "They only form when the World Tree of a mid-to-large realm withers and dies. You could stare at me for ten thousand years, and I still wouldn't have a second one to give you."
He was bleeding his own reserves dry. If the World Tree didn't reward him with a massive surge of world Authority after this was over, he was going to lose his mind.
"Besides, with the ancient foundations of the Cult of Four, there's no way you lack similar artifacts," he snapped. "You started this mess. You fix it. If you constantly rely on outside help, you'll never attain a Divine Mantle, nor will you ever ascend to godhood."
It was the harsh truth, laced with biting mockery.
Maximilien, Kendry, and Eryx exchanged glances and nodded.
