21
Micah
Morgan didn’t like my plan, but I didn’t care. I was out of options. I needed to do something.
After two days of planning, I teleported to the edge of the hill in England, a hill that housed a large villa-like castle—the place I had heard Imha was calling her headquarters these days.
Demons upon demons dotted the landscape and guarded the tall stone fence around the villa. They saw me the moment I appeared and charged. I raised my hands, creating a barrier around me.
“I’m not here to fight,” I said loud and clear. “I’m here to speak with Imha and Omi.”
The demons stopped and looked at each other, unsure of what to think. Dumb things.
The sea of demons opened up, revealing Corinia, a lesser goddess under Maho. She walked toward me, a sly smile on her pale lips. “Well, well,
