How could they conceal the shocking news that the "Chairman" had vanished?
Punk did not need much time to think; he already had an answer.
The method of concealing the news was simple—make all of The Executors act as naturally as they had when the Blazing Sun Throne was still around. They should not avoid a single fight they were supposed to fight, nor skip a single retaliation they were supposed to carry out. If the Pantheon dared to attack, they would boldly strike back. If they needed to cooperate with the Shattered Talisman Society, they would do so without hesitation...
In short, they could not lack confidence or temper, and they certainly could not slow their expansion or methods. The policy of "doing nothing" by leaving eight Legendary professionals standing on the Hatak vast plain like statues could not continue. Otherwise, people would begin to suspect that something had gone wrong within the Silent Alliance. Whisper of Destruction had to assume the duties of a "temporary auditor" and lead his temporary "subordinates" in retaliation against the Pantheon.
Well, it was destined not to be an easy task, but Punk, who had been muddling through for nearly sixty thousand years, truly needed to start taking his work seriously.
"Sigh, I knew the Chairman's rewards were never easy to earn. Maybe the idea that I could simply coast along and collect payment was unrealistic from the very beginning. Now that I've spent all my advance 'salary,' the truly difficult assignment has appeared. So next... how am I supposed to lead these ordinary Legends and make the Pantheon suffer heavy losses?"
With a helpless sigh, he drained the plain water from his teacup in one gulp. In the end, the contemplative Whisper of Destruction still found his work troublesome and exhausting.
Kane