They had entered a dark room with the Norse mother goddess after passing by numerous rooms, beginning of steps going down and up as well as steps to gardens and balconies, it was full of silhouettes that were visible thanks to the auras they gave off, all different, out in density, color or size.
(Surely they are all catastrophic incarnations, although it is already rhetorical.)
There were a total of fifteen occupied positions, with eight empty ones. He barely noticed her red aura surround him the moment she began to rest on the cushioned chair. Her eyes went up, wanting to make out the guests. There were three that stood out above the rest; two gigantic figures in an inhuman way and a white one that caused a chilling feeling.
The doors behind him closed imperiously as if the very sound were a signal.
someone spoke
"The twentieth session of the Ragnarok Alliance opens," announced a voice of indistinguishable gender with omnipotent origin.
The deity "Typhon" is kept in awe by the scene in front of him.
The "Daunted Warrior" deity demands the raw sentiment of the showdown.
"Twenty three places and we are only fifteen? And the others?"
"At the moment..."
Someone interrupted in a haughty tone, annoyance evident in his masculine voice.
"Not to worry, or well, it depends; we already have a new bailiff. Who knew that the much rumored new member would be such a green incarnation that swallows grass?"
Hansung could see it, and also recognized it.
(The more power, the more greed, but also more arrogance.) He still hadn't forgotten the faces of the few rankers he had come across as a B-rank adventurer, and of those few, welcome exceptions existed.
"You are ignorant if you think Typhon is weak, what's more, wasn't it Typhon who easily humiliated Ares at the foot of Olympus?"
She was a woman. This time he knew it not because of her voice but because she was right next to him. The flames in embers on the ground in the center of the round table dimly illuminated the faces of those present in such a way that there was a partial distinction through the eyes.
The god of war, Ares, snarled, showing the row of teeth and the set jaw. Beside him, Hades reassured him for the general good, a man with luminous white hair that floated slightly in the air, dark clothes and acid eyes with grayish skin.
"Alliance councils are rarely held, and a mere quarrel will not interrupt it, as we have important matters to discuss."
"I propose a revolution," Loki's voice rang with teasing and truth.
"Your French revolt was a good move, at first, since England became an empire by annexing it with the Netherlands, Loki," she muttered in annoyance, unconsciously enlarging the dark purple aura surrounding the woman. "As she was saying before being interrupted in a disrespectful manner,
(He put two well-known gods in their place. But putting that aside, how many famous deities am I sharing a table with? Just estimating him makes my hair stand on end.)
The unknown incarnation continued and, meanwhile, the person who occupied the seat on his other side got closer to him, starting a brief exchange of words.
"Aah, Skar, a…pleasure?"
(Is he a foreigner? From his pronunciation and his exaggeration it is more than obvious, but his intention is clear.)
"Hansung, it's a pleasure, Skar."
The deity "Typhon" is immensely happy to have found someone of his ilk.
The deity "Typhon" gives you 100 credits for pleasantly pleasing him.
You have found a deity your own blood.
"Blood ties"
Your power as an incarnation is increased by 7% and your stats by 5% if you stay within a hundred meters of the incarnation of Prometheus.
(Wow, now that's a jackpot. I'm already starting to get the hang of this.)
"We've been running from rankers, general incarnations, and heavenly pantheons for ten years already. What I'm trying to say is that it's time for a counteroffensive against those bastards."
Euphoric shouts of affirmation and positive comments were heard from all sides of the table. Strangely the flames flickered in unison.
"I, Nix, as the spokesperson for the catastrophic incarnations of the Greek deities in the Ragnarok council, propose the initiation of the second catastrophic event."
(He's using so many code words that my brain is short-circuiting. I'll have to pay more attention if my stay between them will be indefinite.)
"It's suicide," Hades protested.
"The very name they gave us locks us into a threat, a threat to them. We are many. They are less."
"If we have the absurd hope that nothing has happened to the main incarnations that were absent, and counting the minor ones outside this room who are our allies, we are less than them in equal terms."
"That..."
"We got our asses kicked, Nix," he someone else made an appearance, it seemed to be the subject who rose into the air seated on a long cane with golden ends and a wooden handle. "They butchered us like defenseless sheep before a sickle. Do you think they've been scratching their behinds while we've strengthened ourselves?"
(Proud, imperious and charismatic, but above all powerful. Where have all those qualities gone?) Doubt tormented him. If the last stranger's words were correct, he had only delayed his end by fleeing the hospital behind Donsuk's back.
"We have the giants of ice, of the hills and of fire, the elves, the people of the Vanir, the cyclops and the dead in shame of Hela. We are much more than them", the black-haired woman contradicted without allow yourself to blink in anger and refusal to surrender.
"And they have thousands of Awakened who hunt as a mere sport of amusement."
"Asgard, Alfheim, and Jotunheim have fallen, leaving only fragments they call dungeons. Next will be Svartalfheim, the kingdom of the dark elves, not long left since the mana heart of their lands went astray," a great, deep voice silenced the discussion, speaking calmly without the slightest fear of being interrupted. "Might as well follow Jotunheim, Muspelheim, Nidavellir or Niflheim, or perhaps Vanaheim."
The last words fell from the frost giant's lips in an omen as icy as his breath unfounded fear in some of those around him. Laufey continued.
"Outside forces, those that do not and have not belonged to the tree of the nine worlds, continually make inroads, slowly devouring our worlds until Midgard's turn comes."
"Few here have faced outside forces."
"And one of them is the green incarnation of Typhon; he closed a dungeon of snowmen by himself, albeit with the help of his sponsor."
"And that is why we must get rid of our main enemy. We cannot face the outer deities as we are now, not unless we take the first step on earth and evolve exponentially. It is for that reason that this alliance was created." , that we are here, is for revenge and survival."
When you have nothing, you only have courage and stubbornness. That was Hansung Yoi-Lung, a C rank hunter adventurer, just the brave stubbornness to solo raid a dungeon out of reach for him. But he could not perceive or guess that this stupid decision would bring him more harm than good.
He would now face mythological pantheons and entire nations for defending his right to life, which was only a butterfly effect.
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