"Is there no other way, Antonio? Must I beg before the devil himself for the sake of my son?" Dupravel muttered with a defeated sigh, his voice barely more than a breath as he slumped deeper into his chair, one hand clutching his temple, the other trembling around the edge of his chair.
Antonio, standing just a few paces away with his arms folded, looked equally grim.
"Only gods can take on gods, Dupravel. You and I both know this." His tone was low, even, resolute.
"The Evil God Soron is not someone we can outsmart, assassinate, or ambush. We can't invade Ixtal on our own…. Many forces that were much stronger than us have tried and failed over the years, as unless a God is willing to help us invade, we can do nothing about it on our own—"
"Also, not any God will do…. Soron has survived through the Great Betrayal. He sees through deception like we see through glass, and to take him on we need only the strongest to support us."
