Bang!
Hodgson felt the plane lurch. He snapped his eyes open, and the world around him had become the cramped cabin once more.
Through the window, he could see the familiar airport.
"Mr. President, what's wrong?" His secretary had watched him sit there with his eyes closed, looking as though he hadn't slept well the night before. Now he had suddenly woken with terror on his face.
"I just saw the Feathered Serpent God..." Hodgson told his secretary what had happened, then said, "Tell the captain to get ready. We're flying back to the Indian reservation in a little while."
The Feathered Serpent God clearly had his eye on him. He had no choice but to perform a Summoning for His Majesty.
As for running...
Once a god had set his sights on you, what chance did you have of escape?
Back to the Indian reservation? We just flew out of there, and now you want to go back? Are you out of your mind?
The secretary was deeply reluctant, but he still dragged his feet to the cockpit to inform the captain.
Hodgson watched his secretary leave and sighed inwardly.
When people lose heart, they're hard to lead.
Back when he had first moved into the White House, that secretary had been the very picture of diligence. Give him one instruction and he would turn it into six, always knowing exactly what the president wanted.
But now that Evil Gods were rampaging across the United States, and his secretary knew he planned to seek refuge in Greece before transferring into the Body of Abyssal Tartarus alongside the Greeks, the man no longer treated him like a president. Even a simple errand took forever.
A fallen phoenix was worth less than a chicken.
But the Feathered Serpent God had performed