Moht padded along with the tribes, they'd collected The PrideSeekers and The SunScorchers and threatened The RockWalkers into joining them on the way. The BloodPredators had joined them too, Moht had refused to take no as an answer, she'd told them that she was friends with Sinister and Void and they just seemed to take it, probably too afraid of the army Moht had built and how quick she'd done it. Sinister and Void didn't seem to have yet caught onto the fact that their crowns were now hers. They still thought she was their friend? How foolish, this world was hers how dare anyone think they had power over her. Didn't matter, she'd deal with them later, for now, they were still useful to her. The three had arranged to meet at The FrostLights borders, to secure The FrostLights loyalty to her, then they'd head for The Rushing River and lastly The Bloomers. Only then, once most of the world was her own, would they stop to rest, but not for long, they still had to go get The Ancients. Then, Moht would strike, get rid of the competition, get rid of all the other gods besides herself, Sinister, Void, and her little puppet, Bliz. This world was hers, everything was coming together...
