Mistaker sighed with the weariness of someone bored and being bothered, his fingers interlacing as the staff beside him vanished.
"What's the matter, my dear Destiny?"
Destiny transformed her beautiful light green hair, shaping it into an elegant, stately bun.
"The usual," she said, playing with the strong wind.
Mistaker sneered mockingly and then looked at the poor Abyssal Empress.
"Lady Aeolus wants you at her main castle in a few hours. When I arrive at the Pantheon, I'll tell Hermes to bring you, and above all, don't disappoint me..."
Upon hearing the name "Aeolus," Destiny could only put a hand to her face and mutter to herself, "Again, sister?"
The Abyssal Empress nodded and simply sat. Mistaker looked at her with a hint of pity, then said apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, my beloved Abyssal Empress. This Nero fellow is very important, and your attempt to kill him drove me mad. He's the one responsible for all this misfortune."
He walked over and sat down beside the poor girl.
"If it weren't for Nero, you could ascend. He's the one to blame! That's why I offered you this deal: to kill him when I become an angel, because I know you want and will want revenge."
Abyssal Empress looked at him with new eyes, eyes now filled with both fury and submission.
"You're right, my Primordial. It's because of that bastard Nero! I want to kill him!"
Mistaker curled his lips into a wide, strange smile.
"Exactly! But I know you and your code of honor, so you'll only kill him when he's a Rank 4 Angel, so you can have a clear conscience."
Abyssal Empress nodded enthusiastically.
Mistaker waved goodbye as he returned to Destiny.
"See you later, my dear."
With that, the Primordial of Errors and the green-haired girl vanished like tears in rain.
The two of them reappeared in a very elegant room, where a bed made of high-quality fabric lay, and various weapons such as swords, spears, bows, and so on, languidly covered the floor.
There were some strange plants, mostly red, and others in shades of green, blue, black, and white. A few paintings and decorations hung somewhat timidly from nails driven into the thick walls.
A huge, open window let in the crescent moon, inviting it to caress the faces of both of them in that room.
Destiny looked at Mistaker as she sat down gently and elegantly in a red wooden chair.
"What was that with Abyssal earlier, Mistaker? You're not usually so... you know, kind."
The Primordial of Errors lay down on the bed, his body caressing the soft black sheets.
"Just, how to put it... Well, I just did a little magic trick."
Destiny nodded solemnly.
"Well, I've seen the future, and I have good or bad news for you."
Mistaker sat up in bed, crossed his legs, interlaced his fingers, and looked at her, somewhat intrigued and waiting for the good or bad news, although for him there was no such thing as "good news" or "bad news," only news.
"In two weeks to seven years, we'll go to war, Mistaker."
The latter shrugged and moved away from the bed. His steps led him to the door, then to the handle, which he turned with some care.
"Let's go outside and solve this problem."
Mistaker left the room and found himself in the majestic white marble hallways, bathed in the moonlight that night.
He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, his casual clothes transformed into an elegant and handsome tuxedo. His hands clasped Lady Destiny's, and the two began walking down the hallway.
After walking for a while, they stopped, their eyes fixed on a floating structure detached from the main castle.
This structure was a massive, five-story tower, its architecture long and slender, but not very wide. This structure was parked on a green and blue island, which at its bottom revealed some multicolored crystal peaks.
Trees grew in its green and blue sections, bearing fruit resembling apples, but more like stars. These fruits emanated an inviting aura, a blue aura that resonated throughout the area.
The place was enormous, roughly 20 square kilometers, teeming with color, life, and a magnificent tower.
Mistaker unleashed wings of white crystal, but they didn't pierce his handsome tuxedo. Instead, they manifested and gathered on Mistaker's back—almost touching it—in the form of two sharp, elegant white wings.
Mistaker turned to look at Destiny, who had been strangely silent for some time.
The Primordial of Errors realized that Destiny was already on the floating island; or rather, she was already eating the star-like fruits.
Mistaker's crystal wings began to propel him into flight. After no more than 10 seconds, he had already reached the island. He disintegrated the crystals on his back and then demanded,
"Give me one of those fruits, Destiny."
The green-haired lady smiled somewhat mockingly and said in a tone that irritated Mistaker,
"Oh, sure... I've met many people in my long existence, but never someone as lazy as you. From what I can see, you have some nice, strong legs, dear, so what's stopping you from walking over here and getting a fruit?"
Mistaker glared at her and bit the corner of his mouth. Then, he summoned a mannequin-shaped puppet and ordered it to bring him one of those fruits.
As the puppet was carrying one of the fruits, Destiny teleported to Mistaker's side, placed a fruit in his hand, and said with a chuckle,
"How's that for you, Mist?"
Mistaker smiled, taking the fruit his mannequin had brought him, before the puppet vanished.
"Well, that's pretty great, since now I have two fruits and you have none."
Destiny punched him on the shoulder.
"Come on, we have a bigger problem than those fruits."
The two entered the grand tower and were greeted by countless masked servants, who led the way to the second-floor stairs in a profound and timid silence.
Mistaker approached one of them to hold onto the strange fruits, while he and Destiny ascended the stairs. They continued on until they reached the fifth and final floor, where instead of finding loyal servants, they were confronted by a gigantic and imposing metal door, its exterior adorned with various engravings.
Mistaker stopped before the door, his eyes closed, and remained so until the door recognized him as a member of the Pantheon and allowed him to pass, doing the same for Destiny.
Behind the door was a nearly untouched table laden with food and a total of 13 chairs, five of which were already occupied. This part of the tower was filled with windows that offered views of the moon.
Mistaker opened his eyes and smiled grandly.
"Good evening, everyone! I've been informed that there's a rather serious and unusual problem happening here."
After saying this, he walked to the main seat and took it casually, as did Destiny.
"It's not a problem, Mistaker. It's just that a very beautiful woman, who's sitting right here, is stupid enough not to do her part of the plan."
A young man with bright, dark eyes, clean, dark hair that looked freshly washed, and a handsome appearance exclaimed. This young man was dressed in soft, beautiful clothes, and instead of sitting in his chair like a normal person, he was sitting on one of the windowsills.
A woman with slanted, orange eyes, wearing clothes very similar to what a Chinese person would wear, and with hair the same color as her eyes, slammed her fist on the table, causing the entire island to tremble with her anger, and exclaimed with intense rage, and with a very pronounced "Chinese" accent or something similar:
"Are you blaming me, Mr. 'Freedom'?! In the first place, it was you who didn't follow the plan—!"
A man with a bluish, fair complexion and black hair and eyes slammed his fist on the table, silencing the woman with the slanted eyes.
"You two shut your mouths, Mistaker wants to say something."
It was then that they both noticed Mistaker's raised hand, his fingers drumming on the table, while his red, terrifying eyes glared at them with a single stare.
"Thank you, Poseidon... Three things... Number one, Hermes, sit down in your chair..."
Hermes climbed down from the window and, with absurd speed, sat down in the chair.
"Number two, Huô, please be quiet."
The girl with slanted eyes nodded.
"And number three, can someone explain what's going on?"
A boy with the same physical characteristics as Mistaker—eyes red as blood and hair black as night—wearing a tuxedo with red details like chains, was toying with a dark comedy mask.
"Well, my brother, there are many problems, problems that will be explained by Zero."
A young man with white hair and grey eyes, who had been leaning against the table for a long time, finally raised his head and looked at Mistaker's brother.
"Please, Forsaken, can you stop making my life miserable every day?"
A man—covered from head to toe, not a trace of hair or skin visible, and wearing a mask so strange that even his eyes were hidden, replaced by three empty black holes, two for eyes and a larger one for the mouth—took a sip of coffee from a marble cup almost as shiny as a mirror.
"My dear Mistaker," he continued, "the Cataclysm plan seems to be in a very difficult and delicate situation, as Hermes apparently discovered that the Legendary Pantheon is about to declare war on us."
He took another sip of coffee, trying not to spill it on his mask.
"Furthermore," he continued, "Huô lost the original blueprints for the Gladius when she I visit again Dragons Gambit, and someone from the Legendary Pantheon picked them up."
Mistaker inhaled and exhaled calmly.
"I understand, 'Father'... What about the others?"
Hermes looked at him with something strange in his eyes.
"Apollus was looking for something at the sunrise garden. Zeus didn't want to come. My little sister, Aeolus, stayed in her castle waiting for someone. Cosmus, according to him, 'had more important things to do,' and Nyx was very tired."
Huô smiled and leaned back in her chair.
"I completely agree with starting a war with those bastards."
Poseidon shook his head, crossing his legs and looking at Huô with genuine concern.
"My dear Huô, you know very well that those Legendary are very powerful, and that if we run out of strength, it's very likely that another pantheon will destroy us."
Hermes nodded.
"I agree, a war is unnecessary; it's better to resolve the conflict peacefully."
Huô almost replied, but Mistaker stopped her.
"We'll do the most logical thing here: a vote. I'll cast a blank ballot."
Hermes raised his hand.
"Against the war, it's unnecessary."
Poseidon mimicked Hermes' gesture.
"Against it, I agree with Hermes."
Huô looked at them with disappointment.
"In favor of the war, cowards."
Zero raised his hand.
"Null, I'm not in the right frame of mind for this," he said, his voice heavy with sleep.
Forsaken and Destiny raised their hands and said,
"In favor."
Everyone stared at Father.
Father finished his coffee and poured himself another.
"Null. I won't get involved in your war politics," he said, his voice deep from the caffeine.
Mistaker nodded and stood up, taking the wine glass on his side of the table and saying,
"We have to make a toast! Because... For the first time in almost two years of peace, the Seeker Pantheon is going to war against the Legendary Pantheon... On the count of three."
Each Seeker raised their glass.
"One, two, three... To the Seekers!"