CHAPTER ELEVEN
I thought the Dread God wanted me alive,” said Beams in surprise. “What’s all this talk about killing me?”
The Avatar ran a finger through Pesa’s hair again, making her shudder. “The Dread God has decided he has no need of you anymore, boy. In his infinite wisdom and grace, the Dread God has come up with another way to achieve his domination of the multiverse. Now you and your friends are but a thorn in his side, a thorn I intend to pick out.”
Beams’ fists grew tighter, tight enough that his knuckles had probably turned white, though due to the gloves on his hands, he couldn’t tell. “So you drew me out here alone to make me easier to kill.”
“Of course,” said the Avatar. “Right now, the Ariopolitan hunters are scattered and lost deep within the catacombs of these ruins. T
