Chapter 5“We’ll make this easy on you,” Xari continued. A mace and dagger were sheathed on her belt, though she hadn’t drawn them.
Her fellows had that covered.
“Who is your master?” Xari’s words were directed at all of them, but her eyes went first to Dante, as if seeing him and his axe as the greatest threat.
“I serve no one,” Dante growled. “The Lady of Chaos asks only for conviction, not worship.”
“You tout worship of the old gods?” Xari said in surprise, as some of the bows trained on Zen and the others wavered.
“Old?” Morty repeated. “They are very much still worshipped where we come from, dear woman.”
Xari grinned. “It has been a thousand years since the average citizen believed gods would save them here.”
“They won’t be saving you.” Dante readied his axe.
“No!” Zen cried, l
