36 To Question an Authority (1/2)

”Nothing strengthens authority so much, as silence.”

-Leonardo Da Vinci

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As the fireworks display slowly came to an end, we find ourselves ready to hearken to what this messenger has to say, the third time.

”Now that we are back on track, it's high time for me to explain to you the overview, the rules, and the mechanics” exclaimed Hermes.

”You all are official delegates of a game. No...It's futile to call it a game, it's a war. A gamble. And your lives are at stake and so is the providence of mankind.”

”Huh? What does that mean?”

”Providence? mankind? Just give us magic already!”

Everyone started to murmur out their own opinion to the person beside them. Empathetic. It is confusing for the first time hearing it, and hell I'm still confused about some things but I know for sure that it will slowly be unveiled.

”Calm down now, I'm far from finishing. Let me explain to you a bit... This event, as I had declared earlier is named 'The Warfare of Fates', the very arena where we settle your kind's extremity. Whether be it a providence of Mirage or Pandemonium. Whether it be a destiny of salvation or of Damnation. Oh and right now I request everyone to listen carefully including the Herrschers. This message is now addressed to everyone.”Hermes clarified.

”What are these herrschers that he is speaking about?”

”I dunno, this is the first time I heard of it.”

”Me too.”

Three in front began whispering, little did they know that Hermes can likely listen even at his altitude. We can't underestimate their abilities, that's for sure.

”Hmmm. Herrschers? Oh, Good question out there mates. Pardon that I forgot to mention them. A Herrscher is someone who plays an integral factor in this game. They are hmmm... the only supposed participants of the game. Yet, sadly you got dragged along by that fallen Deity, a pain in the butt indeed. We could just send you home, but as long as the game runs it is prohibited to leave the arena. That would mean disqualification and the consequence would be-...Oops, I sprained out of the topic too much. It's not my job.”

”What consequence?” Someone from the crowd suddenly talked, yet again...