Raven's fists clenched as he stared at the not-so-ethereal storm goddess in front of him—gloomy, gorgeous, and currently glowing with the pressure of four activated tales.
'Omni,' Raven barked in his head, his eyes fixed on the lady before him. 'What are the tales? I need context to come up with a plan, or I'll end up dead like a legendary fool!'
Omni crackled with unstable energy. "I'm trying, bro! These tales are high-level, so they seem like they were written by a drunk philosopher and encrypted by a lovesick oracle to me. I need a few more seconds to decipher 'em—stall her!"
'Stall her?!' Raven asked as the goddess made a move again, shooting another knife at him.
'She's not a tax officer—I can't just distract her with small talk and coupons!' He ducked under the blade as another divine knife shot past him, slicing the air with the hum of holy poetry. 'And where the hell is she getting all those knives from?!'
