Leaning over the chipped viewing table, Halmut's gaze was sharp yet calm. He spoke, "Lyrun, summon the others. It's time we discuss preparations for war."
"Right away, your excellency." With a bow of his head, Lyrun pulled out his contact crystal and began to summon the holy gods one-by-one.
Halmut continued mulling over the recent events of the world in his mind.
The syndicate was practically abolished, leaving the chaotic gods with little to no forces left. Contention among the chaotic gods had become obvious by Tralbok wielding Moranti's scythe. Also, a chaotic god had actually been killed and it wasn't at the hands of a holy god, or even a god at all! Not to mention Kori and Lunara joining the neutral gods, despite Kori losing his godhood for the time being.
Mumbling to himself, Halmut closed his eyes and nodded, "Things are much different now… I wonder how we'll trample this new rising force?"
