Panpolis, the capital of the human kingdom. This municipality was also called the ‘’City of the Gods’’. The reason was most parts of divinities had their temples in there. There were exceptions like Tiamat and other gods that didn’t strictly favor the human race. Egocentrism could be perceived in the naming sense of the city as if all the other Gods and related races not present in Panpolis weren’t worth existing. This metropolis was the second biggest in the whole world of Ouroboros, after the capital of the Demon Kingdom. Obviously, this information was restricted to ordinary citizens, as it would dent the mental image of perfection and the absolute invincibility of the human race with respect to all the demons. The city remembered a shorter version of the tower of Babbel: a colossal building composed of concentrical cylinders with increasing height and decreasing base surface. The design was voluntarily classist, reinforcing the common philosophy of the reigning family. At the bottom was the commoners' district, where more than 80 % of people lived. Of this 80%, respectively most of them lived in the slums, way below the poverty level. The crime rate in this section of the city closed near 100%. The higher level of the tower was inhabited by aristocrats and affluent merchants. Arriving at this height meant either that you just hit the jackpot when conceived or you had some insatiable hunger: to win, earn money, and kill the enemy if necessary. If there existed a Kodoku, this part of Panville would be it. This was the district where the poisonous humans, after fighting against hundreds and thousands of similar monsters could relax after surviving. The promised peace and safety of the Superior district brought with them the truth about it. It was all a trap! Winning that survival fight in the Commoner district, the winners were easily caged in the Superior district at the disposal of those above them. The higher section was totally reserved for the divine temples and the priests and priestesses living inside them. These people were the sacrificial lambs of the wealthy families cited before. They lived for the abundance of their families and had to continue fighting for power, even on that kind of political battlefield, isolated by anyone and anything. No love and no enjoyment (openly) allowed to them. Their lives were to be gifted to the patron Gods of the city. The exception to the previous rule was the Supreme Saint/Saintess. This individual didn’t belong to an ordinary affluent family like the other dwellers of that region. If those were raised in level and had to continue fighting for power, this other person was lowered and had to check for the other ones not to accrue too much power in their hands. In fact, the origins of this person were royal. Originating from the highest level of the whole human social system, this person was usually the second most gifted offspring of the current ruling family. In this way, the most talented could step to the throne without inheritance fights, and the second one received the almost equally crucial role of keeping the balance of this system as rigid as fragile. The power was this way monopolized by the royal family. In this generation, the Supreme Saintess’ name was Skalia. She was the human princess, blessed by the Norse Titan Goddess of future Skuld. That night Skalia’s golden hairs shined especially brightly on the darker-than-usual night. She was sad as usual, her expression emotionless. It would have been apt to a marble bust, but seen in person, it would have given a cold, unreadable impression of that woman. Blessed as she was from birth, she was still sad, and her feeling that way made her feel guilty, thinking about the worse destiny of all the denizens living under her. Usually, during the nighttime in Panpolis, the sky was at most orange, as a normal sunset on the Earth, but now she was seeing for the first time darkness. One more worry added to her mind. Her grey eyes felt almost transparent as instantly, her right hand was placed on her temple, and a painful headache hit her as usual. She usually managed to control her powers, deciding when to and when not to peek into the future. All of that changed approximately three months before the present day. From that moment, she started seeing everyday scenes with a man she didn’t know as the main protagonist. Where he went, the fire destroyed everything. Her sleeping quality had decreased radically as the nightmares about that golden-eyed man tortured her. Sighing heavily readying herself for the new gift her power was giving her. ‘’That crazy murderer, who will he burn today?! ‘’ Alone in her private room, she didn’t restrain her thoughts from turning into words. Then her eyes closed, as the pain wasn’t bearable anymore. When she reopened her eyes, her face was extraordinarily different from her resting expression. Her face had two clearly furrowed brows, representing her anger and uncertainty. The daily victim was even older than usual, but, this time, that mysterious man didn’t simply disappear, moving too fast for the eyes after incinerating his casualty. This time that man was surrounded by many crying women that grabbed his clothes as if trying to stop him from going away. *How many families has he destroyed this time?! * Finally, the man in the vision waved his hand to the crying women after taking them to a neighborhood of a city she didn’t know. She didn’t know the place, so even this time couldn’t do anything to stop such bloody destiny. The only hint she had was the name of a brothel standing next to the place where the man had left his crying victims. *The Red Pepper, uh… He made prostitute those poor crying women?! There’s never an end to the worst! If I have to continue being tortured this way on a daily basis, I may as well stop this crazy assassin. * Skalia had finally decided what to do about her rampaging power. She was calmer now and felt like that night was the right time she would manage sleeping in peace. As she was walking towards her bed, the sky rumbled loudly. *As if. I won't manage to sleep tonight, like yesterday. * She didn’t have enough of a good ear to know, but before the thunders, what started moving in a strange pattern was the sea…

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