Record of ragnarok
A pale, dense light drips from the ceiling of the arena like a living mist. There is no ground marked by blood, nor weapons raised. Just a vast circular chamber, silver walls vibrating in a low, almost cosmic hum — as if space itself were in dispute. Divine thrones and human seats coexist without hierarchy. The voice of the System runs through everything, cold and absolute: > "Participants of Ragnarok — the conflict is suspended. Watch the Candidates of Neutrality. Those who have not sworn allegiance to either gods or humans. Those capable of tilting destiny without choosing sides." Auras collide in mid-air. For the first time, peace does not comfort—it disturbs. * * * Zeus leans forward, lazy lightning snaking across his aging shoulders. "Neutrals, huh?" Laugh, brief, funny. "Neither allies, nor enemies... hehe. That breaks the rules. I like it." Poseidon remains motionless, arms crossed, gaze as deep as the abyss. "Neutrality is a
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A pale, dense light drips from the ceiling of the arena like a living mist. There is no ground marked by blood, nor weapons raised. Just a vast circular chamber, silver walls vibrating in a low, almost cosmic hum — as if space itself were in dispute. Divine thrones and human seats coexist without hierarchy. The voice of the System runs through e...Read more