Osiris's eyes burned like twin flames, fixed on the Scepter embedded in the center of his seat.
Just moments ago, as he attacked Khonshu, that boy had hurled the Scepter at him with astonishing speed.
Had Osiris not reacted swiftly and dodged in time, the Scepter would have pierced not merely his stone seat, but his heart!
As gods, they would not truly die, and even their avatars' mortal bodies could be restored through divine power. Yet the boy's actions were an outright humiliation, a desecration of his authority!
Osiris clenched his fists in anger. The fury burning in his chest had reached its peak, threatening to overwhelm him.
Especially now, the looks the other gods gave him seemed to mock him silently: a mere mortal's provocation had sent a god as mighty as Osiris scrambling away in disgrace. How utterly incompetent!
Osiris turned his face slightly, surveying the gods out of the corner of his eye.
Their expressions varied, but their gazes stabbed into him like needles, making him wince inwardly.
He drew a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him.
But the boy's actions had wounded his pride deeply.
He could not tolerate such an insult. He resolved to make this arrogant fool pay.
"You insolent fool! Who are you?!"
Osiris's voice, laden with fury and authority, echoed throughout the chamber.
His eyes seethed with hatred as he stared at the white-haired boy below.
"What was the meaning of that?! Are you trying to kill a god?!"
His barrage of questions erupted like thunder, instantly filling the air with tension.
The gods watched in silence. None dared interrupt lightly.
The white-haired boy stood firmly where he was, meeting Osiris's icy stare without a trace of fear.
Cyno frowned deeply. Looking at the enraged Osiris before him,