The entire demeanor of the Martial Gods seemed to have shifted as this young man stepped forward. The air of oppression that had come from Ryu vanished and even the clouds above seemed to have settled down somewhat.
Dreame lazily ruffled his hair, sighing.
It seems that everything was still just as boring. Nothing had changed.
Why put in effort when it all ended the same anyway? He never really understood it.
People were always complaining about meaningless things, harping on meaningless things, prattling on about useless things. Martial Gods things, Apostles this, conquer this land that. Blah, blah, blah.
He strolled forward.
He didn't even really want to fight, but everyone kept nagging him. It was just like that time they forced him to become their Throne. But then that lady came around talking about how inferior they all were and how they were merely Apostles.
