The Pantheon’s Peace Decree, signed on the first anniversary of the end of the Great War effectively banned all produ of anything which was made for the sole purpose of wounding or maiming. The tries that resisted the PPD were dealt with swiftly by a rejuvenated White Pantheon. Although only the Divines Essa, Zerus, Fortia, Alsaria and Maisara participated in the enfort of the PPD but within ten years, it was established in every try of Arda.

  - “On Pantheon Peace” – Required reading in most Epan schools.

  Maisara angrily marched towards Alsaria’s temple. The so-called Grand Temple of Light! What a joke! Who did that woman think she was? It was ohing to take the initiative, it was another eo send her away like some God-damned courier! Who did Alsaria think she was? What was this bitch doing?

  “Sister, calm down.” Fortia said from behind Maisara. Alsaria had an army of maids and they all bowed and averted their eyes when they heard the two ing. Their heavy boots sent echoes along corridors filled with statue-like humans. Maisara said nothing, Fortia was only trying to find a resolution without flict, as always. “e now, we treat it like a vacation.”

  She said ten or twenty more things along the lines of those before Maisara finally found Alsaria. The Goddess of Light was sitting in her office, sc some papers as if trying to figure out something important. Maisara hated the pce, even Arascus had better taste than this gaudy dispy of dang crystals. “What do you want?” Alsaria asked.

  “I want a damn expnation.” Maisara growled as Fortia closed the door behind her. From the er of Maisara’s eye, she could see her sister’s mood seemingly flip. From the begging ale face she wore, it was now a cold look. Her eyes carried only the Pealy death held.

  “For what?” Alsaria did not stop looking over the papers.

  “Don’t you dare act like this to me.” Maisara growled. “What is this bei off to watch over Tartarus?”

  “It is where I need you.” Alsaria responded nontly.

  “Send an iion!”

  “Take a pne and you’ll be there in a few hours.” In the blink of an eye, Maisara’s great-axe materialized in her hands. Alsaria had no response, she simply sat there unmoving, her eyes still sing that damn piece of paper. Who did she think she was? Maisara was a damn Goddess. She demanded some respect! In another blink, the axe swung overhead, as if Alsaria’s desk was a ne the chopping block.

  There was no impao sound, a thin string of white light caught Maisara’s great axe. Alsaria finally looked up. “What is there to expin? I send you there because I want you there.”

  “We won the war.” Maisara said through grit teeth. “Don’t think you suddenly came make decisions like this.” Alsaria’s cheeks fred for a heartbeat, her eyebrows rose the ti sliver and her eyes grew gold.

  “You won the war?” Maisara opened her mouth but Fortia, of Peace, spoke before her.

  “We did.”

  “How quaint.” Alsaria smirked, she leaned back, the string of light move a Maisara’s axe casg backwards. “Well tell me then, great Goddesses of Order and Peace, what should we do in this situation?”

  “Don’t patronize us Alsaria.” Fortia said in a cold tone.

  “I’m still waiting on a suggestion.”

  “Send mortals to watch, we o stay here to monitor the situation.”

  “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Alsaria said. “If the Gates are breached, then only Divines hold them off long enough for reinforts to arrive.”

  “And what if it’s something at Olympiada?” Maisara shouted.

  “What could it be at Olympiada? At least my idea has some sort of basis iy.”

  “Kassandora’s Prison.” Maisara said, her voice was still cold, but it cked strength. Alsaria merely rolled her eyes at the Goddess of Order. There wasn’t even a o say anything, Kassandora’s power had faded as the world slowly fot war. Another hundred years and she’ll be gone, permaly.

  “If you have any ideas. Give them to me, if not, I expect you to be at the Gate by dusk.” Alsaria raised her hand, her door swung open and a bst of light hit Maisara like a tidal wave. She was washed away a crashing into the wall in the corridor. Alsaria raised her eyebrow at Fortia, the woman merely shook her head a.