Alias shifted his gaze back to Norx. The slight tremor in his hands stilled, the anxiety freezing over into a cold, ancient focus.
He didn't look at the face of his former partner; he looked at the invisible threads connecting Norx to the higher spheres. He looked at the blueprint of the god standing before him.
"You have rewritten their parameters," Alias said, his voice flat, completely stripped of emotion. "You have locked their spirits into your own descent. If their bodies fail, they will remain in your void."
"They are my clay, Alias," Norx said, taking a step closer, his red eyes wide with a wild, unblinking intensity. "I breathed life into them. I gave them the capacity to bleed, to fear, and to weep. If I want to pull the thread and unravel the whole cloth, the heavens will not stop me. And neither will you."
