315 Marked for Death

Typhon glared at them coldly, extremely disappointed by their antics. He likely chose his team because he valued efficiency over sentiment, and they didn't understand.

He wasn't wrong, but it said a lot that his biggest supporter, Ophelia, was unsettled by the team he chose. She kept glancing from me to him, in disbelief. Perhaps she wanted me to intervene, but I focused on the clamouring nestlings instead.

They were still arguing amongst each other, and my patience was waning.

When were these nestlings going to learn?

They all had their own factions, loyal followers, and even favourites, when they should have been unified. How could they claim to belong to my Pit when this was their default state?

I didn't want to see them fight or for their factions to fragment even further than they were now. If so, they were no better than the Serpent clan that waged wars against themselves!