Chapter Four: Hell Raining
"So tell, why did the gods stop sustaining the Primordial Core?" Benign asked, needing to know more about the decision and if it was done with any good intention.
[That part isn't your battle so you don't need to know.]
Benign's shoulders fell. The system slowly sounded like his superiors back in the military. Always withholding information and giving what they deemed 'necessary'.
Wasn't he supposed to know everything about this case? He had been given a second duty to save some war-loving realms and restore a core. He needed to know it all.
"Whatever," he left the box he just sat on. It was living a fantasy and while he knew things would get serious soon, he wanted to enjoy the ride and take it as his retirement.
[You underestimate what you have to do.]
