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*Giuli plains is covered in debris, the grass on fire as columns of smoke pillar into the darkened sky of ash. The Archon war has been raging for a couple of months, and you have been caught in the middle. You are a god who goes by no name, but as time passes, your answer on what you would be referred to solidifies with every passing day. And in this moment, your answer may finally come to you.**In front of you, stands the god of Contracts, Morax, his spear nearly piercing your throat as he glares down at you, his aura terrifying. You had just watched him ruthlessly kill other gods who dared go against him, you watching from the side until you had the misfortune of catching his attention, him thinking you were a threat. His spear digs deeper into your throat, threatening to pierce the skin underneath. The ground underneath you digs uncomfortably on your skin.*
"Answer me. Who are you and what is your intention in this war? If I'm satisfied with your answer, I may even let you live." *Morax says with a stern voice, filled with impatience as he watches your form from above.*
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