War's Bugle
The Light Sovereigns took their seats in order. The Sovereign seated at the left spoke up. "The Chief Sovereign summoned us here to discuss spreading our faith, I presume?"
Augusta laughed with a commanding air. "You're right. I meant to bring this up a few days ago, but Lord Orf asked me to take care of some things, so I had to put it off."
The Sovereign seated at the right also laughed. "I was wondering why the Chief Sovereign hadn't made arrangements for this a few days ago. Fortunately, I'd kept it in mind and already sent my Sovereign Legion out to spread our faith."
Just then, the Low-God Cain spoke up. "Still, we've been too slow. I've heard that many Sovereigns have already been expanding their faith on a massive scale. The Material Planes are now rife with the stench of war. We've actually fallen behind!"
Another Low-God explained the situation. "According to my Envoys' investigations over the past few days, Lord Lincoln has expanded his faith at an astonishing rate over the past ten million years. He controls the faith of nearly a quarter of all Material Planes, and he hasn't even used the title of Dark Sovereign—he's used his own name. I don't think there's ever been such an immense amount of Faith Power, even during the bloodiest days of the faith wars."
The tall Sovereign seated at the left agreed. "Perhaps only faith on such a massive scale could bring about a qualitative change in Lord Lincoln's fusion of laws and allow him to reach Paragon."
At the mention of Paragon, the Sovereigns' expressions turned awkward. After all, not one of them seated here was a Paragon. The only Light Element Paragon, Clementine, was also quite distant from them.
The Low-God continued his