Ordinarily, with a great enemy at hand, crisis looming, and Pantheon attackers watching like tigers eyeing their prey, all of The Executors should have been waiting for the Bright Moon Mage's wise leadership and flawless decisions. As a responsible, intelligent, honest, order-abiding exemplary spellcaster, Punk should have stepped forward without hesitation, condemned Instant Kill Spear's despicable desertion before battle, and then delivered a rousing speech to boost morale. He should have led the Legendary powerhouses who had traveled all the way to the Hatak vast plain because they trusted him toward victory, composing a grand and magnificent epic of war!
After all, he had already accepted the "Chairman's" payment. His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne had granted the spellcaster the lofty and powerful position of "temporary reviewer" precisely because she expected Whisper of Destruction to lead the leaderless Executors to victory in her place at the most critical moment... How did that old saying go again? By emotion and by reason, it was an obligation he could not refuse?
But in this world, theory was always only theory, and theory could never equal reality.
Perhaps the "Chairman" had considered that her deterrent power would be enough to ensure that the Executors would not descend into chaos or even fall apart because of a temporary crisis. But had she predicted that the Pantheon's religious zealots would join forces with neutral and even Evil alignment deities to launch an attack? Had she anticipated that Cain-Bisadas, that unreliable mad knight, would "mysteriously lose contact" before the war had even begun?
Punk did not know what the powerful Blazing Sun Throne had or had not foreseen, but he knew that the "Chairman" was not an omniscient deity, and he himself was not some responsible young man. If events had already wandered inexplicably into unknown