"Our goal is to become True God, but we're not gods yet, so we must have a clear understanding of ourselves!" A handsome man wearing leather armor and carrying a giant longbow stood up and said, "Our current strength is indeed inferior to that of the City of Hope. That's a fact!"
"The God of Hunting is right!" Zeus roared, "That's the truth! We're constantly failing because our strength is weak!"
The other core members fell silent, their heads slightly lowered, some of them disheartened;
Zeus glanced around and a sneer flashed across his lips;
"Being weak now doesn't mean we'll always be weak!" Zeus said, "Now is a perfect opportunity. If the City of Hope fails in building their city, they will be ruined, and from then on, the Doomsday City will only hold us and the Pantheon in high esteem!"
Zeus's words slightly boosted everyone's confidence.
