Paul laid on the floor shivering as the voice of the gods thundered above him.
It would have surprised the team leaders to see their Pariah reduced to such a state but they wouldn't have fared any better themselves.
It went without saying that they would have been reduced to smithereens if they were brought to the council.
Their bodies were too weak to handle the immense aura and glory that radiated from the gods.
It was a testament to Paul's strength and the mark upon him that he didn't disintegrate.
The information fed to his mind alone had taken a toll on him and he was gradually readjusting to his environment.
At the moment though he laid still and listened intently to what the gods were saying.
"There are four more weeks to come with four different scenarios."
He knew that much from the information that had been shared to him but he knew nothing was ever that simple
