The "172" was odd. Usually, those numbers were file size or a hash. But this one felt different. It pulsed. No—that was ridiculous. His screen was just flickering.
"That is the number of hours before the last seal breaks. You, thief, are now the temporary custodian of the Fury of the Gods. But the gods are not heroes. They are hungry ."
Ardian looked at his armored hand. The lightning bolt flickered. "I don't want this. I just wanted to write a paper on ray-tracing."
He double-clicked.
She smiled with all three mouths.
