"Very well." The bearded man nodded and obediently stepped back.
And so Aglaea and Phainon found themselves debating Kenis herself.
She stepped onto the stage, spread her arms, and began:
"Honorable councilors, how I miss the beautiful age described in our poems."
"Back then, Amphoreus was home to nearly a thousand city-states of different faiths. Gods walked among mortals and lived alongside them."
"But today, refugees from every corner of the land have left their homes and come to the Holy City, hoping to find shelter under Kephale's protection."
"We are all in the same boat now. There is nowhere left to retreat."
"Once, we had no choice."
"But now..."
Kenis fixed Phainon and the others, who were slowly approaching, with a stern gaze. Her voice deepened.
"The Elder Council has brought us another possibility. I have only one question left."
"Choose, everyone!"
"Will you choose a [Re-Creation] whose outcome no one knows, or a return to the prosperity of the [Golden Age]?"
"Which path can truly bring mortals the future they dream of?!"
"What?" Phainon was stunned.
He had never expected Kenis to propose returning to the [Golden Age].
"Absurd! How could we possibly return to the Golden Age?!" Phainon stepped forward.
"History marches on. We cannot go back to the past. Not even a miracle from Oloronis could accomplish that."
"Your Excellency Kenis, everyone knows the [Golden Age] ended long ago."
"So tell me, how does the Elder Council intend to turn back time?"
"Heh. It's simple." Kenis folded her arms.
"The birth of the Calamity Three Titans ended the Golden Age."
"If the Calamity Three Titans disappear, the Golden Age will return."
"The Elder Council does not make empty promises."
"Look, everyone, at the people standing beside me—"
As her words fell, footsteps sounded.
Castorice and Anaxa