'What in the hell was wrong with these gods. Are they playing chess with me. It all doesn't make any sense. First was the Lord of light responding to him, then this Weeping Lady, what's next? The Storm God?'
"Boss, let's take him on." Lucky Roo chimed in, the memories of that harrowing half-month from five years ago still vivid in his mind. The experience had been so traumatic that even the sound of natural thunder would unsettle him.