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Broomhandle45
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In a perfect mortal world, things had gotten better. The Captain of Palutena's Guard, Pit...had defeated Medusa and Hades for good (supposedly). Faith was at an all time high, as it usually was when such catastrophic problems were resolved by clear and resolute aid of a higher power. But all was not well in Skyworld, that much was clear. The balance was gone, nonexistent...for the most part. Hades had ruined it on it's own, but no matter how much people wished for darkness to be gone...if there was light, there had to be darkness. There was not enough to be had.
Dyntos had commanded the presence of all to appear at Skyworld, but there were precious few left. The wizened old god, frail looking...but not frail in anything else, stroked his long beard as he stared at Palutena, and Pit. Pit's wings shifted somewhat nervously, the old man looked weak...but far from it. His power was absolute, more than anything else in the world.
"Well," Dyntos murmured, casting an eye across the room. Viridi, Thanatos, Pandora and Palutena...they were it. But it was not enough. "Since the boy has defeated Hades and Medusa is gone, we cannot simply start over." Which would have been far easier than what this would turn into, no doubt. "The balance is off, by a lot." he sighed, scratching his bald head. "Pandora can only do so much on her own."
"She's been doing enough," Pit grumbled, arms crossing. "Too much, if you ask me. I don't like snakes in my bed, you know."
Dyntos had commanded the presence of all to appear at Skyworld, but there were precious few left. The wizened old god, frail looking...but not frail in anything else, stroked his long beard as he stared at Palutena, and Pit. Pit's wings shifted somewhat nervously, the old man looked weak...but far from it. His power was absolute, more than anything else in the world.
"Well," Dyntos murmured, casting an eye across the room. Viridi, Thanatos, Pandora and Palutena...they were it. But it was not enough. "Since the boy has defeated Hades and Medusa is gone, we cannot simply start over." Which would have been far easier than what this would turn into, no doubt. "The balance is off, by a lot." he sighed, scratching his bald head. "Pandora can only do so much on her own."
"She's been doing enough," Pit grumbled, arms crossing. "Too much, if you ask me. I don't like snakes in my bed, you know."