Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 328: Ch : The Seed of War- Part 2

In the divine palace that floated above the highest skies, untouched by mortal filth or worldly decay, the remaining gods gathered in a great hall carved from celestial crystal and starlight.

The glow of their power shimmered through the chamber like molten gold, though tension hung thick in the air. Twelve thrones once stood in a perfect circle—now only ten were occupied.

The empty seats were reminders of their waning influence.

The Head God, draped in a cloak of woven time and eternity, tapped his scepter against the floor. The chime echoed like thunder, silencing the murmurs of the divine.

"We begin. The state of our new world must be reported. Seraphina, Charrin, update us."

He announced.

Goddess Seraphina inclined her head gracefully, but her eyes were shadowed. Beside her, Goddess Charrin gave an irritated huff, tossing her storm-wreathed hair over one shoulder.

"It’s a mess."

Charrin snapped, drawing the attention of the other gods.

"That world is not bending the way it should. We gave them miracles, blessings, divine healings. And yet..."

She narrowed her glowing eyes.

"They question us. They resist. They’re even organizing protests—against us. Mortals have become disillusioned, ungrateful."

A low murmur of agreement rippled through the gathering.

"The belief is fading. Without belief, our roots wither."

Rumbled the God of Harvest, his voice like a rolling avalanche.

"We’re shackled. The mortals grow bolder because we can no longer appear freely. The mortal realm is bound by that cursed balance clause. I can’t force them to believe."

Charrin continued.

"We cannot interfere more than necessary. The laws we helped write now limit us."

Muttered another deity, arms crossed.

The Head God pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to suppress a divine migraine.

"Then what of the temples? What of the enforcers? The oracles?"

"They are no longer enough. Even our divine stigma bearers are being rejected or killed. Your precious new world is slipping from our hands."

Charrin said bitterly.

"I did what I could. But I’ve seen visions... of destruction."

Seraphina added softly.

The room quieted.

Seraphina’s voice dropped to a whisper, yet it pierced every divine ear like a blade.

"Not just the destruction of the world below. But of our realm. Cracks forming in the foundation of this very palace. Soon, even this sanctum will not be safe."

"What?"

The God of Winds rose, alarm widening his eyes.

"That’s not possible!"

"She’s exaggerating."

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"I am not. I saw fire, darkness, and a man wielding power that tore through divine barriers. He was... not chosen. Not one of ours. But he had control. I don’t know how."

Seraphina said.

There was a silence. Uneasy. Heavy.

"Blasphemy."

Someone muttered.

"Or prophecy."

Said the Goddess of Death, unmoved.

"We’ve ignored worse signs before."

"I will not sit idle while a mortal tarnishes our legacy! Give me my full strength, and I will personally descend to wipe out this threat!"

The God of War slammed his fist into his throne.

"No. Direct descent will collapse the veil between realms. We cannot risk that again."

The Head God said, raising a hand.

"Then what do you propose?"

Charrin asked.

The Head God turned to her slowly.

"We give you authority."

She blinked.

"You will descend partially. Manifest what you need. A fraction of divine form is permitted—just enough to remind the mortals of their place. Subtle miracles. Signs. Fear, if needed."

He said.

"Full autonomy?"

She asked.

"For this world. Use your influence to bring it under control. Convert, dominate, manipulate—whatever it takes."

He confirmed.

Several gods looked uneasy, but none spoke against it. Desperation hovered over them all.

"And Seraphina? What of your vision?"

Someone asked.

"I will continue to watch."

She said solemnly.

"If that man appears again, I will identify him. And if the threat rises too close..."

She looked to the Head God.

"I’ll do what I must."

The Head God nodded.

"We are only ten now. Every loss cuts us deeper. We must act now, or we risk extinction."

He reminded them all, voice grave.

Charrin smiled faintly as divine light pulsed around her.

"Then I shall begin."

Goddess Charrin stood at the edge of the celestial veil, her divine form already starting to shift—condensing into a projection suitable for the mortal realm.

Power shimmered around her like a veil of lightning and clouds, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

With the full authority of the gods behind her, she would descend and reclaim what was slipping from their hands. Mortals would once again remember what it meant to kneel.

Just as the divine tether began to pull her down, a gentle voice called out.

"Charrin."

Goddess Seraphina appeared behind her, glowing softly with the golden hue of foresight.

There was an uncharacteristic tightness around her mouth, and her fingers clutched the hem of her robe as if anchoring herself in place.

Charrin paused, arms crossed.

"What is it now? Come to offer more doom and gloom, Seraphina?"

"I saw something. In my vision... you don’t return."

Seraphina said quietly, stepping closer.

The air between them tensed. Charrin’s expression didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of annoyance behind her eyes.

"I saw your fall. And it was not at the hands of a god. It was a mortal."

Seraphina continued, her voice grave.

Charrin scoffed.

"Visions. Always vague, always dramatic. When was the last time your prophecy saved us from anything?"

"This one felt different. It wasn’t just your fall—it was the beginning of ours."

Seraphina pressed.

But Charrin only grinned, wild and untamed.

"Then this will be your first failed prophecy. I will not die, Seraphina. I will crush the rebellion, and I will remind them what divinity looks like."

She turned, preparing to finish her descent, but then stopped again, a sly glint in her eyes.

"If you really want to worry, Seraphina, keep your eyes on Lucia."

Seraphina tensed.

"Lucia?"

Charrin chuckled.

"Don’t pretend you didn’t know. She tried to betray us once already, for that human. Kyle, was it?"

"She was caught. She repented."

"Did she? If Kyle is still alive, she may try again. Especially now, when we are weakest."

Charrin raised a brow.

Seraphina didn’t respond. Her silence was answer enough.

"Goodbye, dear prophet. Try not to see too much."

Charrin said, stepping through the veil.

And with a flash of divine light, she vanished.

Meanwhile, far below in the mortal realm, the morning sun began to rise behind gray clouds.

It cast long shadows across the temporary camp that Kyle’s forces had built the previous night.

The grass was dewed with moisture, and the breath of the soldiers rose in quiet puffs as they moved.

Kyle stood at the center of the camp, his long coat flapping in the wind, eyes sharp as he overlooked the preparations.

His people moved like a machine—efficient, well-practiced. Soldiers secured wagons, tied down supplies, checked weapons and armor. The tension in the air was palpable, but so was the resolve.

Bruce approached with his usual calm.

"Everyone’s packed. We’re ready to move at your command."

Kyle gave a nod.

"Good. We’ll reach the outer border of the war site by dusk. No unnecessary delays."

Melissa walked up next, adjusting the strap of her sword.

"Scouts report no movement in our immediate path. But the noise coming from the east suggests we’re getting close."

Kyle looked toward the horizon, where the air trembled faintly with vibrations.

"Can you hear it?"

He asked, voice low.

Melissa tilted her head, then her eyes widened.

From the distance—faint but growing louder—came the unmistakable sound of an army’s chant. A war cry. Deep and thunderous, echoing across the plains.

The war had begun.

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