"Why do I have to go, father?" A silhouette encompassed by darkness complained, as if throwing a tantrum. His words were akin to that of a child, and although he was only exaggerating, they were still based on his true thoughts.
One would never believe that the entity who spoke was Hermes, a Divine Ranker affiliated to Olympus, and the Son of Zeus.
"Just send Perseus," Hermes insisted. "He has been slacking off recently, ever since he became an almost peerless High Ranker. He thinks there isn't a sky above the narrow well that he resides in."
"Enough, Hermes," an arrogant, booming voice reverberated across the darkness. Hermes's lips clamped shut, and the words remained forever in his mind, unable to be transmitted as sound. He couldn't interrupt his father. "You are the only Divine Ranker left. Everyone else is either on a mission or simply has matters to deal with."
"Yes, but why send a Divine Ranker?"
