(2 days till the start of the War...)
"Damn it!" shouted the King of Olympus in frustration as he threw down the table he had been using just seconds before. And one might wonder, what is the reason for his frustration? Well...
"What do you mean only two of the five most powerful new gods will support us?" asked the god he had appointed as messenger in an irritated tone. This was his son Hermes, who at that moment wished he had stayed home.
However, despite his father's tantrum, his expression remained unchanged, the same bored face he had had for the last 24 hours. He knew his father well enough, so an act like this on his part did not surprise him much.
"Gaia, kill me now, please," Hermes begged as he exhaled and began again the explanation he had been developing... until he was interrupted.
