"Thanks for the help," Zaroth muttered to Eldros, after calming the storm of emotions raging within him.
The man only nodded, his lips sealed, mind deep in thought.
The two had just managed to stop half of the enemy council, and while Eldros might have helped, most of the work was done by Zaroth and his beasts.
Eldros knew that his owner was strong but knowing and seeing it with one's own eyes were vastly different things.
'Soon he will be able to go against the whole council on his own,' was the conclusion he came up with.
His owner was truly a dangerous individual, if left to do what he wished there was a real possibility that he would be able to reach the level of the gods and kill them.
At that moment his owner's words surged forward in his mind, if his opinion of the gods never changed he could try and kill Zaroth, he would die as their souls were connected—but dying to prevent a future where the gods were killed was a worthy end, no?
