Oracle's Resolve

Earlier

In his endless white room, Oracle sat, his expression twisted into a deep frown as a flood of messages from the deities filled his vision.

Annoying.

They were all saying the same thing. Raging. Complaining. Seething.

And all because a certain human was ignoring them.

Deities were prideful, and they had every right to be. Their power was immeasurable, their influence vast. But that same arrogance made them insufferable at times.

Sometimes, they needed to be knocked down a peg.

And that's exactly what Alex had done—metaphorically punched them in the face by disregarding their so-called divine presence.

They didn't like that.

At all.

And now?

Now they were harassing Oracle, flooding him with demands, insisting he step in and force a meeting.

Oracle sighed, rubbing his temples.

He had far more important things to deal with than playing messenger boy for a bunch of sulking gods.