Just a few minutes before Damien's arrival…
A man appeared in the skies above the city that had just recently lost its Supremes.
He wasn't a resident, just a passerby, but his mood was currently extremely negative.
'That punt ant. How dare he act so dismissive?! Does he not understand his position?'
He seemed to be aggravated by someone he'd just spoken to, and the humiliation he'd faced just moments prior clouded his mind.
'They are becoming uncontrollable. If this goes on, the Lord will have my head.'
He scowled as he thought about it.
Their mistakes would be blamed on him.
Why?
Because he was the envoy that facilitated the relationship between their two sides.
It wasn't as if he chose this position.
It was forced upon him, and he was forced to demean himself by creating this small Avatar with the power of a Supreme to cater to them.
He was a being far higher than them.
