"Destruction..."
With a complex gaze, caressing the Wise Man's Stone in his hand, Hermes once again recalled that day after many years.
The Lord of Thunder, the King of Kings, the tall and mighty Father God Zeus on Mount Olympus, desperately struggling in despair.
The Sun fell from the Sky, and the Underworld had already become void.
Beneath the Earth was a hollow space, and the Star Cluster was dim and lightless.
That day, the entire world summoned all its strength in an attempt to resist that Destroyer, and at that time, Hermes was just a powerless onlooker.
The only thing he could do was find a thread of survival for himself.
Fortunately, he succeeded, after all, compared to Commerce, Competition, and Livestock, Travel and Exchange were the most fundamental essence of Hermes' divinity.