The private pavilion in the City of Gods offered a stark contrast to the mud and blood of the mortal plane.
Silk tapestries hung from marble pillars and cushioned benches circled a low mahogany table. Leo sat at the head of the table and poured himself a cup of spiced wine. He kept his expression neutral as he observed the three students sitting across from him. They had all attended the same high school on Earth but none of them had ever spoken a single word to Leo before today.
Kael sat stiffly on the edge of his bench. He wore the standard issue tunic of a novice god but his hands trembled slightly as he gripped his empty goblet. He controlled the domain of Ironhold.
Vance slouched against the cushions next to Kael. He had a nervous habit of chewing on his lower lip. He was the god o
