"Luan and I can't." Cyrus said with a placid smile as if he hadn't just dashed Jillian's hope. "We are mythical beasts and killing a God — two at that — will earn us severe heavenly retribution. We might even die before we manage to kill you."
"That makes sense," Jillian replied glumly. Killing a God wasn't a simple matter. They were immortal for some reason, after all. They weren't talking about going into slumber which all Gods would go through at some point of time, but eternal death; the kind of death that meant they would cease to exist. And it wasn't like they could recruit ordinary assassins and get it over with.
Jillian sighed, he had been so excited to become a God and didn't expect that one day he would be hindered by such a matter. To kill someone, you need to be stronger than them. So if he wanted someone to kill him and Izher, then—
"No." Izher said harshly.
