Prime Minister James heaved a deep breath as he leaned back on the chair in his office, gazing out the window at the twilight sky. The Britannian Prime Minister had been thrust with the aftermath of the assault from six Divine Mothers at the very heartland of human civilization.
He had experienced their horrifying power up close. And he experienced the power of the protectors of human civilization up close as well. Gaia, and everything within her, had come awfully close to complete destruction. It was thanks to the noble sacrifice of Jormungandr and the surprise unveiling of an elven Transcendent that they survived by the skin of their teeth.
It was a changing experience. It put into perspective his nationalistic ambitions. While he clamored to return Britannia to its former glory, the man he regarded as an enemy protected him from forces that threatened their entire species. It made him feel small and petty.
