*Who?* Mistra tilted her head with a cute frown. Well, it was anything but cute in Zach's eyes, but it was an objective truth, thanks to the overwhelming power and authority of a god.
Zach didn't answer immediately since he was busy sending a signal through his connection with Yanael and Mandra. But after a couple of moments, he looked Mistra straight in the eyes with no sign of fear or reverence.
"The Queen of the Underworld. The woman Bartuk and all the other believers were stopped by when they first tried to enter my home! My friend!"
*Oh. Her.* Mistra rolled her eyes.
*She didn't even die. What are you crying about, you pathetic mortal? Are you willing to oppose me for such a pitiful, imagined slight?*
"I'd be willing to oppose you for a lot less, you arrogant goddess."
*I see.* Mistra scoffed and waved her arm, wrapping Zach in divine power that made it impossible for him to move. She clenched her hand and started squeezing.
