The narrator, who stood still on top of the white pillar, wearing a black regal dress and smiling to the crowd in front of her, waited until all of the competitors sat at the round table before signaling for the angels to light up the room.
Slowly, the light shone bright upon Her figure. showcasing Her looks to the people around Her.
Her hair were short and dark; dark like the night and Her iris were well contrasting with their Byzantium color.
All the while she adjusted Her dress, the narrator prepared Her pose, the one which would most please the public, for Her life was destined solely for those moments.
Soon, the public erupted in a wave of cheers and applause.
Solatin observed the narrator which He was too familiar with. His gaze was cold and neutral, not letting anyone read His current thoughts.
His golden locks flowed freely on the chair, which was not nearly similar to His majestic throne, but was still splendid due to its golden color.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The narrator assumed a pose that showed quite the energy, speaking very loudly, but not quite shouting. Her voice had no roughness to it and was very pleasing to the ear, thus why She had been chosen as the narrator of those games.
"The first day is finally over! Who might just be in the lead? Who inherited the better world of the 13 that were available? That is the question." Her voice dropped by a lot. Her previous intonation showed Her higher degrees, while this one dropped so low it seemed mysterious and captivating.
Her hand showed the people at the round table.
An ethereal window showed itself in front of each God in the crowd.
The people here had to vote for their favorite candidate, who will receive an advantage in the game, and the one they think is the most advanced, where the winning voters would receive a certain amount of money.
The room became dark again as an angel signaled for the participants to reenter our personal doors.
"…"
The Sun God sat at His throne, waiting patiently for the following events to come.
The angel had still not moved from His place, one could ever wonder how such perfect stillness was possible.
Solatin thought about the world and His strategy for the future.
It seems that growing the prophet might be the best idea as of now. Fate powers don't just grow on trees, they are especially rare.
For now, I am comfortable with a single angel, as long as I don't have enough influence, creating more angels is just a waste of resources. For now, a single angel should suffice to communicate with her.
As for the issue with influence, hmm.
There are numerous ways to spread one's influence and faith.
War being the most common.
It is always surprising to see how effective a war can be.
Solatin reposed His face on the back of His left hand.
Starting a war…
This might just be the best way to promote myself to humans!
Solatin laughed with a hint of madness in His voice, one that only one known as a God of destruction could make.
Even though He did not notice it, the Angel of the Remote had moved from Her position, changing it for a position closer to the Monarch's throne.
She calmly observed the mad laughter of the Sun God, all while maintaining Her expressionless face that showed no signs of breaking.
Soon, Solatin's laughed stopped abruptly.
An absent, but unmistakable knock came on the door.
It was both there and absent, Longel did not fully comprehend the logic behind this phenomenon but still went along with it as the Monarch of gold waved His right hand at the foggy door.
Finally, the waiting came to an end and the someone came into the misty room.
The person wore a black regal dress and had beautiful dark hair that fell to her shoulders. The figure had purple eyes that appeared clearly in the dark.
Solatin instantly recognized this woman He had seen too much times.
She was the Narrator.
Her name was unknown to Solatin even though they had knew each other for countless years.
"Still not winning it seems." She said in a joking tone, which was clearly indicating their closeness.
The Sun God's neutral expression changed to a grin.
"Still unknowing of the basic rules of politeness I see." He said with a smug grin on His face.
She laughed at His comment. She was one of the few people with enough guts to insult the Sun God to His face.
"Well, back to the main subject… How is this world you got? Better than the previous one?"
Solatin's expression changed rapidly, like one in deep thoughts or thinking about how to explain something.
"This world… seems to be of quite special nature." He said with absolute coldness to the Narrator.
Her head had question marks all around it. Just what could possibly put the Sun God in such a position.
The Sun God continued to explain His thoughts. "By thy current attitude, it seems thou have nothing to do in the matter. How peculiar…"
"You thought I did something?" She asked, pretty perplexed by the God's thought process.
"That is not it. The world I have seems to have an history of Gods and magic, there's multiple records of ancient Gods that actually exist."
The Narrator's body forcibly backed off. She had no answer for the situation, She had never encountered such a thing in Her millions of years as a Narrator.
"That's not the only thing…"
She gulped.
"What more could there possibly have…" She asked reluctantly, as if fearing Solatin's answer to Her question.
"This world doesn't have a guiding rule." Solatin was direct and said it with immense bluntness.
Countless questions came in Her head, but she couldn't ask, explain or respond to a single one.
What was happening?
Sweat formed on Her forehead as She told Him something, Her last resolve.
"I'll try asking the one who made your world! She said hastily.
Obviously, it was impossible for a world to not have a guiding rule, this meant that Solatin's world did not belong to any authority.
The two previous facts were already problematic, but this one was of a higher importance.
She tried calming Herself and left for the door all crisped from the conversation.
"I have to leave, but I'll definitely talk with the council about this matter. Thanks for sharing