Sigmund and Hans locked eyes with him. They didn't need to ask, they knew he had made his choice. With deeply complicated, resigned expressions on their faces, the two Paragons followed his lead. They let go of their restraint, allowing their own inner bloodlust to rise to the surface.
Olaf turned his gaze toward Yuki on her throne, and then to the resting, closed-eyed vessel of their god.
"Let us discuss war," Olaf said, his voice dropping into a growl-like tone, as he and the other two Paragons bowed their heads in submission.
Yuki opened her mouth to speak. She had a mountain of objections, a dozen political maneuvers, and a hundred reasons why this was a terrible mistake ready on the tip of her tongue. But as her gaze swept across the table, she froze.
