Somewhere where only the gods inhabit, a small meeting was taking place. In this meeting were four gods discussing what to do about this situation. "We can't just allow Edite to have his way. We have to try to stall for as much time as possible." The emerald clothed god said.
"That won't be enough. We shall have to make the trials harder." The red clothed god said. He stuck his chest out in pride at the idea he came up with. "Yes, harder trials will make it much more difficult to even earn the right to challenge a god." He rubbed his hands together and started writing ideas out on a piece of paper.
"I knew we shouldn't have used that fledgling god to do the dirty work. If only I was able to siphon off the mana myself." A dark robed god mumbled. "Don't be ridiculous. You know if one of us had gone down to take the mana, he would have noticed right away." A yellow clothed goddess chastised.
