After the God of Nobility took the throne, the God of Diplomacy, acting as master of ceremonies, stepped forward and handed Him the scepter symbolizing the authority of the God-King.
His eyes were full of joy, but He forced Himself to remain composed as He calmly accepted the scepter.
"Today is a good day," He said to the human gods. "Everyone has worked hard during this time."
The gods all replied with things like "Not at all," and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
But just then, an astonished look suddenly appeared on the God of Nobility's face. He lowered His head in surprise and looked at the throne beneath Him.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" the God of Guardians asked worriedly.
The Human Pantheon had only just regained its former prosperity. They could not afford to lose another God-King capable of leading them forward!
The God of Nobility kept His head lowered and did not answer.
The God of Guardians furrowed His brow and looked toward the God of Heroes.
The two powerful gods exchanged a few thoughts through divine sense, then rose at the same time and walked toward the throne.
Something was wrong!
But at that moment, the God of Diplomacy suddenly rushed forward and blocked their way.
"Stand down!" He shouted. "Do you intend to offend His Majesty?"
"Have you lost your mind? There's something wrong with His Majesty!"
"That's right, don't hold things up! Move aside!"
The God of Diplomacy refused to yield and was about to continue arguing when He heard a voice from behind Him.
Low, rich, resolute—filled with an unshakable confidence that would not waver even if heaven and earth collapsed, and a powerful determination that would not surrender even at death's door.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
All the human gods shuddered violently. Even