Chapter Thirteen
Lightning struck down as the three brothers looked at one another. The light from the sun shined hard as the priests glared at one another. The air was tense. Rhadamanthys glanced at his brothers with sheer hate. He never really had to fight his brothers on anything, but this was a different take. Kimora laid on the ground, slowly stirring.
Aeacus, Minos lunged at one another. Their swords clashed with one another. In sequence, they continued to fight one another. Rhadamanthys attacked headfirst pushing forward the blocking a hit from Aeacus. Minos struck off to the side at Rhadamanthys.
“You dare fight against us, we have been doing our duty right beside you since the beginning,” Minos said distastefully.
“You’ve declared war on your own kin, Rhadamanthys,” Aeacus bel
