บท 1377: The Quest To Kill The God Of Chaos

Michael was surprised. Agra? That chaotic, unpredictable asshole? He'd crossed paths with Agra's followers a few times in the realm of gods. Mostly bandits, thugs, and generally unpleasant sorts who seemed to enjoy inflicting pain and suffering on well, pretty much anyone. Michael had dealt with a few of them, permanently. He wasn't a fan of unnecessary cruelty.

But if Seshat was concerned about Agra, then it must be serious.

"Yeah, what about that asshole?" Gaya interjected, her voice laced with a sardonic amusement. "He finally lose his goddamn mind?"

Seshat chuckled, shaking her head. "Agra has never been one to have a mind to lose, Gaya." But her smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine concern.

"He's become a liability. The civil war, Andohr's rebellion it has distracted the Pantheon. They've lost control of loose cannons like Agra. And now well, someone needs to clean up the mess."