Visibly, it was almost impossible to detect the divine beings on Planet Illuminat, which made them lower their guard.
"I said, don't worry, Kihahaha!" Saint Frizesto snorted and released icy air right after drinking a full glass of the nine suns beer.
The fellow next to him, Saint Afazendy, belched and chuckled, "Yeah, whoever the bastard doing this is, even if it's that fucking fox, he'll soon be seven feet below the ground, Hahahaha!"
"You're not wrong." A drunken smile formed on Saint Frizento's face, "A bastard like that will soon die at the hands of Lord Izack if he provokes him."
"I hope so." Said the other, "Lord Izack won't move if you don't provoke him, but if he kills someone in his territory, he'll act."
"Interesting."
Suddenly, they hear a dark voice, devoid of any human emotion.
"Who is it?"
Edited by: IsUnavailable