The fifth meeting of The Executors had ended. After the "President" left the venue, the five Executors naturally had nothing else to discuss, so they dispersed their projections one after another and vanished from the pristine white conference space.
The three ordinary Legendary professionals did so, and so did Punk and Kane, the two Morningstar Professionals. Although His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne, who had always acted with decisive efficiency, had for the first time presented such an ambiguous mission objective during this discussion, as mercenaries who essentially worked for pay, none of them had any reason to delve into the deeper meaning behind their "employer's" words and actions.
Thus, carrying a head full of doubts and speculation, Punk began pondering in the laboratory of his Magic Tower.
"Tiamat, the Pantheon... One is an enemy we choose not to provoke, while the other can be provoked at will without being considered an enemy... No matter how I look at it, this is a strange development strategy. Could it be that the 'President' plans to cooperate with the Pantheon at some point in the future?"
Standing quietly on the dim laboratory floor and feeling the warmth and comfort brought by the profound darkness, Punk's gaze only grew quieter and colder.
His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne's strategy did sound rather strange, but upon careful consideration... there did not seem to be anything wrong with it. After all, although the Pantheon always claimed that all gods of Good alignment stood united in sincere cooperation, anyone with eyes could see that this most hodgepodge organization of gods in the Multiverse was almost constantly embroiled in internal conflict.
Conflict created cracks, and hatred created opportunities. The Pantheon's factional disputes and the strict oversight of "divine duties" ensured that it would be one of the