After the system crashed their meeting to confirm the truth in Kiro's story, those who didn't want to believe him were left in utter shock.
The silence made the hall seem a little bigger than it actually was — everyone alone in their head space, with their thoughts.
Kiro understood the dilemma they were in, but at least they didn't get to witness the end of humanity like he did. He was mostly recovered though and was waiting for them to come to their own senses.
"Well, I need to go." He finally said when nobody moved for over an hour.
"Go? Can we even..."
"Ishaan don't be crazy. The system clearly said at least two hours in a day. I don't know about you but this game, this world just became a whole less interesting. It feels like a chore now." Nikolai reasoned.
"We have a lot of those — chores — But I need to make a post as soon as possible about the tournaments — Yes there'll be one held every week. We need more power. I'm thinking maybe, Sundays?"
"A leader for a reason, so put together." Viktor complimented.
But Kiro didn't take it to heart. He had plenty of time to accept this as their new reality. It had only been a little over an hour, their seemingly unending shock was absolutely normal.
"So gods are real." Felix mumbled.
With everything they were fixated on, the fact that gods were real wasn't something that took first priority in their heads. They weren't a particularly religious society, so it wasn't too strange that they didn't stop to consider what the revelation may actually mean.
"Oh fuck, what do we do?" Ishaan was panicked, as usual.
All eyes fell on Kiro, as they always seem to do. He sighed bitterly.
"What should we do? Chronos didn't seem like the kind of guy that wanted to be worshipped."
"Thank fuck, I wouldn't know where to start." Viktor chimed in.
"What am I disturbing?" He tried to poke for answers but Kiro didn't say anything and waited for him to say what he wanted.
"Onto more important things. The launch for Waynworth Enterprise happens this Saturday, you'll of course be expected to be there. I'll send the invitations." He winked.
"Another thing, since we have the number one Asgard player on our side, we hoped you'd use your popularity to advertise our product."
"Okay, that is a brilliant idea. I'll do that right away."
"I thought you'd like it and by the way, I know you're active be sure to use —"
Kiro cut it off immediately. He didn't want to hear that from him, not from anyone. He wasn't a child, he could do it, without experience, he can figure things out.
"You shouldn't be so embarrassed talking about stuff like that, you know."
The voice came from behind him, at the same time two arms stretched out in front of him. Hugging him from behind. His heart hammered in his chest for a split second until he realised who it was.
Unintentionally, he smiled, turning his head only to meet with her lips. The butterflies came back, as he sank deeper into the chamber of nothing but sundogs and bliss. If it were up to him, these were the moment he wanted to live in.
The thought of the world being at stake shook him back to reality.
"I need to tell you something, but first we need Saanvi here too."
Isla looked at him with the most accusatory expression he'd ever seen in his life. He apologetically kissed her on the forehead, he got up and left for the lounge the place had. She followed, unwillingly.
It was by chance that they all opened the doors to their bedrooms at the same time. After Dark had gloomy faces, all except for Kiro and Hiro. People who seemed to have accepted that their fate was this.
Without wasting precious time, Kiro let Hiro tell it to them. He occasionally corrected here and there but otherwise he'd gotten the gist of it all.
"What the fuck?"