Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1181  Andohr's Warning.

Chapter 1181  Andohr's Warning.

In the realm of gods, under a starry sky illuminated by a bright blue moon, Seshat approached a colossal marble building. Its grandeur was unmistakable, standing tall amidst a beautifully manicured garden. The serene atmosphere contrasted starkly with the gravity of the meeting she was about to attend.

Gracefully, Seshat navigated through the lush garden, her steps silent yet purposeful. As she entered the building, she found herself in a vast hall, at the center of which stood a giant round table. Gathered around it were some of the most powerful deities of the pantheon: Rudra, the God of War; Zorian, the God of the Sun; Flora, the Goddess of Nature; Valorian, the God of Valor; and Kranar, the God of Lightning.

Each god sat in their majestic chairs, which reflected their respective domains. However, the largest throne-like chair at the table's head remained conspicuously empty, along with several other seats. Upon Seshat's arrival, Flora, with a touch of solemnity in her voice, greeted her. "Welcome back to the Pantheon, Seshat," she said, adhering to the formalities reserved for welcoming a goddess back into their midst.

Seshat acknowledged Flora with a nod, her expression composed yet filled with an unspoken understanding of the significant matters at hand.

As the gods exchanged brief greetings, Zorian, the God of the Sun, took the lead in steering the conversation. He stood up, his presence commanding attention, and began. "Now that we are all here," his voice resonated throughout the hall. "We must address the unprecedented event that has occurred."

All eyes were on Zorian as he continued, his tone grave. "Rainar, the God of Rain, has fallen. This is an eventuality that none of us foresaw and marks a turning point in our history. The rules of our existence have been challenged, and we must come together to understand the implications and decide our course of action."

Zorian's voice echoed with a mixture of authority and concern in the grand hall of the pantheon.

"The assassination of Rainar has revealed a truth we never considered possible," he began, his tone grave. "It has been proven that even we, the gods, can be killed. This revelation shakes the very foundation of our existence."

The gathered deities absorbed his words, their faces reflecting a range of emotions from disbelief to worry. The room was heavy with the implications of what Zorian was saying.

"We have always considered ourselves invulnerable, eternal," Zorian continued, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his fellow gods. "But this event has shattered that belief. An unknown assassin has not only taken the life of one of our own but has also challenged the perceived order of our realms." The intensity in Zorian's eyes grew as he underscored the seriousness of the situation. "This is not just about the loss of Rainar. This is about the potential threat that this assassin poses to all of us. If one of us can be killed, then none of us are safe. We must acknowledge this new reality and prepare ourselves for possibilities we never thought we'd have to consider."

As Zorian's grave words continued to reverberate throughout the hall, the atmosphere shifted abruptly with the unexpected arrival of Seraphene. She strode into the room, her presence calm yet commanding, carrying an orb that pulsed with an ethereal glow.

"Seraphene, what brings you here amidst this crucial discussion? I thought I had tasked you with something else." Zorian, slightly taken aback, addressed her. Without missing a beat, Seraphene held up the orb, her voice steady and assured. "Andohr wished to convey something of importance. I believe it's in our best interest to listen."

Rudra, the God of War, couldn't help but interject with a snicker, his tone laced with mockery. "Ah, so the God of Time and Space speaks through an orb now. How's your luxurious prison treating you, Andohr?"

From within the orb, Andohr's voice emerged, tinged with mockery of its own. "Quite the sight, watching you all scramble in confusion and fear, especially after disregarding my warnings about underestimating unknown threats."

Zorian, refocusing the conversation, turned to Seraphene. "How is Andohr communicating through this device? This isn't a common occurrence."

With a knowing smile, Seraphene responded, "As the Goddess of Information, it's within my capabilities to facilitate such communication, Zorian." Her words were deliberate, and she offered no further explanation, leaving a sense of enigmatic authority hanging in the air.

As Andohr's voice resonated from the orb, his tone was laced with biting sarcasm. "How can you be so stupid?" he began, his words echoing in the grand hall. "No mere assassin could kill a god. It requires a god to kill a god."

A chuckle escaped from the orb, Andohr's amusement at the situation palpable. "It's the God of Darkness who ended Rainar's existence. And here you are, scurrying around in circles, fucking clueless as ever."

Zorian's brow furrowed at this revelation. "The God of Darkness is not our primary concern at the moment, Andohr," he retorted firmly. "He was not a significant threat to the Pantheon five thousand years ago, and he remains so today."

Undeterred, Andohr's voice from the orb carried a mocking edge. "Oh, is that so? Perhaps you should say that to Rainar. Oh, wait—you can't. He's been killed by the very god you dismiss as insignificant."

Andohr's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the underestimation and oversight that had led to Rainar's demise. In response, Rudra's laughter echoed through the hall, laced with a hint of derision. "I almost killed the God of Darkness with just a fraction of my power at his own wedding. Do you really expect us to believe he's suddenly become this formidable threat?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Andohr's voice from the orb grew louder, his impatience evident. "Open your eyes, you fool! The God of Darkness excels in exactly that—darkness and stealth. He strikes from the shadows, and you're all too blind to see it."

A palpable sense of disdain tinged Andohr's words as he continued, his voice seething with contempt. "You all fear Dagon, but you have no idea the true threat posed by the God of Darkness. Ghost is a far more dangerous enemy than you fucking realize."

The hatred in Andohr's voice was unmistakable, especially when he spoke of his arch-nemesis, the God of Darkness. Turning his attention to Zorian, Andohr's tone took on a more demanding edge. "Zorian, as long as I'm stuck in my castle, there's little I can do. If you do not break me out, you are all fucked,"

"The spells and barriers around you are complex and powerful, Andohr. They weren't designed to be easily broken, and that's why you remain caged, not because we abandoned you," Zorian responded calmly.

However, Andohr's response was a cold snicker. "If you don't want to see more gods die, find a way to release me. Otherwise, prepare to collect more bodies of gods left and right,"

"You won't find him without my powers, and your ignorance may cost you more gods," Andohr's voice took on a final, ominous tone. As he spoke, the orb's glow began to diminish, signaling the end of the communication. "If you still fail to recognize the danger at hand, perhaps you all deserve to be killed, you stupid dumb fucks," Andohr's voice echoed, fading into silence.

Once Andohr's presence had vanished, Serephene stepped forward, her expression solemn. "Harsh as his words may be, Andohr speaks a truth we cannot ignore. We must take his warnings seriously."

"Andohr's insights, though abrasive, cannot be dismissed. We cannot afford to overlook any potential threats, no matter how unlikely they may seem." Zorian nodded in agreement.

He paused for a moment before continuing, "I'll speak with Raphael. We need to update our efforts to track the God of Darkness. It's crucial we stay ahead of any moves he might make."

Eventually, Zorian brought up the pressing matter of Nimbosia's future. "We must decide what to do with Rainar's kingdom, Nimbosia," he stated gravely.

"The war between Kranar and Rainar, combined with Rainar's tyrannical methods, has severely eroded the mortals' faith in the pantheon, and particularly in their own god. We need to mend this breach and consider appointing a new, benevolent ruler for Nimbosia." Flora said with a concerned tone.

For a few moments, silence enveloped the hall as the gods lost in their own thoughts.

"If I may suggest, I believe I have the perfect candidate to lead Nimbosia. Someone who has served its people for decades with dedication and compassion." Seshat, calm as ever, offered her insight, breaking the silence.

"Your wisdom is always valued, Seshat. Please, tell us more." Zorian encouraged her to continue.

Rudra, with his characteristic nonchalance, chimed in. "If the Goddess of Wisdom herself is recommending someone, I have no objections. Frankly, I couldn't care less about Rainar's people," he said with a chuckle.

Seshat nodded in acknowledgment of Rudra's remarks and then announced her recommendation. "Fayeth, the angel of Goddess Ava, is the ideal choice to govern Nimbosia. Her years of service and dedication to the people make her the perfect ruler to restore peace and faith in the kingdom."