CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Beams could not help but watch in horror as the Dread God’s eyes opened. At first, the Dread God seemed to stare into space mindlessly, but then a soft blue light began glowing in the Dread God’s irises. He coughed, a harsh, rumbling sound like an earthquake, and then slowly began to sit up. His movements were slow, sluggish, even a little awkward, but just knowing the sheer power behind the Dread God’s strength gave a certain dangerous majesty to his movements all by itself.
“Welcome, Dread God!” said the Dread Priest in a hysterically gleeful voice. He threw his hands into the air, raising his staff high above his head. “Welcome, Dread God! Your priest welcomes you back to the world of the living. Halok!”
The Avatar and Graalix, on the other hand, viewed the Dread
