The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, who offered a brief, knowing nod.
"Indeed, the global landscape of inheritor-mortal relations is as varied as the cultures themselves. We now turn our attention to Kyoto, Japan, a nation known for its profound connection to tradition and a deep respect for its spiritual heritage, where the anti-god sentiments promoted by Ragnarok have largely failed to take root."
The screen shifted to a serene, yet subtly unsettling, visual of Kyoto. Cherry blossoms gently swayed in the breeze, but the tranquil temple gardens seemed unusually quiet, and the bustling city streets had an underlying current of unease. There were no overt protests, no burning barricades, but a distinct sense of something off.
"In Japan," Katherine's voice explained, its tone now more hushed, "Ragnarok's message of 'human supremacy' finds little traction among a populace that venerates a vast pantheon of kami – or deities – and whose lives are deeply interwoven with spiritual practice and ancestral reverence. Here, the idea of discarding the gods is seen as a profound disrespect, almost an act of cultural self-mutilation. As such, Ragnarok's presence is far less overt, more insidious."
The footage cut to a clip of what looked like a community meeting in a quiet neighborhood, where a few individuals in plain clothes subtly handed out pamphlets. The camera zoomed in on one: it was in Japanese, but a translated subtitle popped up: "The Silence of the Kami: Why We Must Protect Ourselves."
"Instead of large-scale protests," the Japanese correspondent's voice began, speaking in a calm, almost academic tone from a quiet street, "Ragnarok chapters in Kyoto engage in a campaign of quiet disinformation and psychological manipulation. They exploit existing cultural anxieties – particularly the recent increase in unexplained phenomena and subtle shifts in the spiritual balance – to sow distrust."
The screen showed a series of very subtle, almost subliminal, visuals: a traditional paper lantern flickering erratically, a flock of crows flying in an unnatural formation, a brief shot of a stray cat staring intently at an empty space, its fur bristling.
"Authorities here are investigating a bizarre series of disappearances near the ancient temples of Mount Hiei," the correspondent continued. "While no mythological creatures have been overtly sighted, witnesses describe an unsettling 'spiritual chill,' a profound sense of mono no aware – the pathos of things – and unusually agitated animal behavior, especially among the city's cats, which are considered spiritual guardians in many Japanese traditions."
"Ragnarok representatives in Kyoto have seized on these subtle disturbances," the correspondent concluded, "holding quiet, public meetings where they subtly urge citizens to rely on 'human ingenuity' rather than 'divine complacency' for protection. They frame the disappearance as evidence of 'kami indifference' or 'inheritor neglect,' attempting to chip away at the deep-seated faith of the Japanese people, even if direct confrontation is out of the question due to the country's inherent anti-Ragnarok sentiment. Their tactics are more akin to whispers in the dark, rather than a shouted declaration of war."
The screen then smoothly transitioned to a beautifully tranquil setting: a traditional Japanese garden, complete with a flowing stream, moss-covered stones, and meticulously raked gravel. A few cherry blossom petals drifted through the air. The sounds were muted, serene.
"To delve deeper into Japan's unique situation," Katherine's voice continued, a hint of reverence in her tone, "our correspondent recently secured an interview at Amaterasu High School, Japan's premier academy for inheritors. We spoke with its Principal, Akira Toriyama, a renowned scholar of ancient lore and, as we understand it, the reincarnation of Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the Shinto God of Storms and the Sea."
The correspondent, a young Japanese woman, bowed respectfully before a man seated on the veranda of a traditional wooden building. Principal Toriyama wore a simple kimono, his silver-streaked hair pulled back. His presence was an unsettling paradox—a contained tempest radiating quiet authority.
"Principal Toriyama," the correspondent began, her voice soft to match the ambiance. "Thank you for welcoming us to Amaterasu High. The news reports speak of unsettling spiritual disturbances and disappearances in Kyoto, with Ragnarok attempting to exploit these fears. How does Amaterasu High approach these subtle threats, particularly given Japan's unique relationship with its kami?
Principal Toriyama lifted his teacup, steam swirling like miniature clouds above the porcelain. The gesture was deliberate, meditative. inclined his head slightly. His voice was measured, peaceful, yet resonated with an underlying current of authority.
"The currents of the world are indeed troubled," he began, "and even here, where the respect for the kami runs deep, disharmony can find purchase. Unlike the direct confrontations seen elsewhere, here, the imbalance manifests more subtly – a spiritual chill, a thinning of the veil, a loss of connection to the world around us. This is what Ragnarok seeks to amplify." He gestured towards the tranquil garden. "At Amaterasu High, we do not teach our students to merely 'fight' or 'destroy' mythological entities in the Western sense. We teach them to understand the nature of these phenomena, to perceive the subtle shifts in the spiritual flow. Our focus is on restoration, purification, and the re-establishment of balance."
"So, less direct combat, more… spiritual remediation?" the correspondent clarified.
"Precisely," The principal confirmed, a faint, wise smile touching his lips. "The kami are not distant rulers; they are interwoven with the very fabric of our lands and our people. When the balance is disturbed, it affects everything. Our students learn rituals, ancient wards, and the art of respectful negotiation with spirits – both benevolent and mischievous. When the yokai stray from their paths, or the kami become displeased, force is often the last resort, for it can create more disruption than it solves."
He looked towards the training grounds in the distance, which appeared to be more focused on meditative forms and precise, almost ritualistic movements rather than brute force.
"Ragnarok's message of 'divine indifference' is a profound insult to our heritage. The kami are not indifferent; they are simply subtle, and their presence requires attentiveness, not brute intervention. They seek to break the spiritual bonds that have sustained us for millennia. Our duty is to strengthen those bonds."
"And the disappearances near Mount Hiei?" the correspondent asked.
Principal Toriyama's gaze sharpened, though his voice remained tranquil.
"Such voids in the spiritual tapestry suggest deliberate malice—not kami neglect. We suspect entities exploiting weakened wards, perhaps aided by those whispering discord." He paused, watching a maple leaf drift onto the perfectly raked gravel. "Our students are working alongside local shrine maidens and priests to investigate, using traditional methods and their awakened sensitivities. We believe that by restoring the harmony of the sacred sites, the lost will find their way home, and the unsettling influence will recede. It is a slow, patient battle, but it is a necessary one for the soul of Japan."
He concluded with a gentle bow.
(Royal woods)
In her home Kara looked at the news with a scowl as she ate her breakfasts.
Her parents seems to share her humor as they too glared at the TV screen.
"Disgusting," her mother hissed, stabbing her fork into her omelet. "That Toriyama speaks of 'balance' and 'subtlety' while his kind lets monsters terrorize us. Typical inheritor arrogance—all talk, no action."
"Indeed it's easy to preach garbage like that when you're sitting high up on a pedestal being worshiped by cultists, and aren't the ones in danger from all those abominations running amok." Her father agreed his tone full of contempt.
"And heavens forbid someone says anything against them" her mother talked again "last time i went shopping had to wait half an hour to be attended at the supermarket but one of those...people.." she said with a tone of disgust "just waltzed in and got served immediately...just because they have a sparkle of divinity or whatever" she scoffed "and when I protested everyone looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy" she shook her head "and people still wonders why we joined Ragnarok"
"They're the only ones speaking sense, these days it seems most people just think throwing themselves at the mercy of those so called gods is the only way to live." Her father said with scoff, "though...speaking of protests."
He gave his daughter a concerned frown, "Are you sure you're doing okay Kara? I know you were at that disaster at city hall." He said scowling a expression shared by his wife.
They both were busy that day and let their daughter go to the protest. The rest of the day was almost a torture wondering if she was ok after hearing about the Inheritors attacking the protesters.
"Im..yeah Im fine...a bit cold and lost a boot nothing serious" she said hiding her face with a bowl of cereal. She hasnt told them about the panther attack nor her meeting with Gwen and Lincoln at the park.
Partly because she didn't want to scare them or cause them to put her on lockdown in the house out of even more worry do to the fact she almost got eaten.
But also because she knew the incident and being "saved" by a inheritor would only make them more upset.
"Still cant believe they would...do that" she added with a nervous cough.
"really? to be honest Im not" said her mom with a frown "you know what they say, inheritors always protect their own first" she said with a tone of bitterness "and if they froze the entire street without caring about the citizens there..." she gave a huff "who knows what they would have done to you if you had been caught in it."
Kara at that flinched looking away her mind flashing back to that moment...where she had been convinced she was going to die. oDie...just like her grandmother...all thanks to one of those so called Gods.
Gods that she thought would protect them but end up failing her and causing her death.
The memory of her grandmother's funeral, the quiet grief mixed with a simmering resentment, surged back. She pushed her cereal bowl away, the sugary marshmallows suddenly cloying and sickening.
"They're not protectors," Kara muttered, more to herself than her parents. "They're just... powerful. And power makes people careless." Her knuckles whitened around her spoon. The image of Lincoln's earnest face after the park attack flashed unbidden...his concern, the genuine worry. "Umm and yet..."
she couldn't help but think about that boy...a mortal...born into one of if not the largest inheritor family in the city nevermind world. What must it be like to be surrounded by those people? To live with them? and yet not only dont act as if they were the big thing but also help someone like her..someone that was actively speaking against them?
She asked herself this...finding herself more curious about the boy and his life while she turned back to the news.
The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, who absorbed the interview with a visibly pensive expression.
"A fascinating and profoundly different approach to mythological threats and the anti-god movement. It's clear that the global response to these emerging challenges is as diverse as humanity itself. We now turn our attention to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where the situation presents yet another unique challenge, rooted in a desperate need for protection."
The scene shifted, now filled with vibrant, dynamic colors and sounds, but with an underlying tension. Footage of Rio's famous beaches and bustling streets flickered, often showing people casting wary glances at nearby forested areas or expressing hushed concerns among themselves.
"In Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, the anti-god movement, Ragnarok, has found a different kind of fertile ground," Katherine's voice explained, her tone reflecting a blend of concern and empathy. "Here, their appeal is less about ideology or direct confrontation, and more about filling a perceived void of protection, particularly in communities most vulnerable to mythological incursions."
The footage now focused on informal community meetings in the favelas, where makeshift banners bearing Ragnarok's symbol were visible alongside murals depicting local heroes. People were shown discussing self-defense strategies, not philosophical anti-god rhetoric.
"The city's vibrant carnival preparations have been disrupted by an increase in sightings of Curupira," the Brazilian correspondent began, speaking from a busy street corner, his voice reflecting the local energy. "These mischievous forest spirits, typically guardians of the Amazon basin, are usually harmless to humans if respected. However, their unusual aggression and movement into urban areas – possibly linked to ongoing environmental degradation – has caused significant public concern and left many feeling vulnerable."
The screen showed blurred glimpses of small, agile figures darting through foliage, their reversed feet making their tracks confusing. A brief interview showed a local community leader.
"The inheritors, they do their work, yes. But they are few, and the problems are many," the leader stated, looking tired but resolute. "After the Great Monster Wave, when we were truly alone, Ragnarok came. They helped us organize, to protect our own. They teach us to defend our homes, our children. When the gods are absent, the people must become their own shield."
"And it's not just the communities offering support," the correspondent added, his voice dropping slightly. "Several major urban development and lumber industries operating in and around Rio have also shown increasing, if often discreet, support for local Ragnarok chapters. For these companies, the presence of mythological entities like the Curupira or other nature spirits represents significant financial losses – delays in construction projects, disruption of logging operations, and increased costs due to 'mythological interference.'"
The screen flashed a brief clip of a construction site that appeared stalled, a ghostly, glowing outline of a large tree spirit faintly visible in the background, only discernible for a moment.
"By 'helping to clean out' these 'problem zones' of inconvenient spirits and monsters," the correspondent elaborated, "Ragnarok presents itself as a practical solution, allowing these industries to operate more smoothly and without financial setbacks. It's a pragmatic alliance, driven by profit and the bottom line, rather than any ideological belief in Ragnarok's anti-god stance. This unspoken agreement allows for a smoother flow of commerce, even as it furthers Ragnarok's influence."
"Ragnarok chapters in the favelas," the correspondent concluded, "already popular due to their organized self-defense groups that emerged in the aftermath of the devastating Great Monster Wave, have seen a sharp increase in membership. They offer what they call 'mortal-led' solutions to 'divine neglect', appealing to a populace that feels abandoned and desperate for immediate, tangible protection against new and old mythological threats. It's a movement born of necessity and a will to survive, intertwined with purely economic incentives."
The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, who offered a solemn nod.
"A poignant reminder that the struggle between humanity and the mythological world takes many forms, and the reasons for choosing sides are often deeply personal and driven by fundamental needs, sometimes even corporate interests. That's all for now from our global report."
The scene shifted smoothly, vibrant and colorful. We found ourselves in what looked like a beautifully landscaped courtyard, filled with lush, tropical plants and the sound of distant, rhythmic drumming. Students, dressed in bright, comfortable uniforms, moved freely, some strumming small guitars, others practicing fluid, almost dance-like movements. The atmosphere was notably joyous and energetic.
"And now, for another perspective from South America," Katherine Mulligan's voice continued, a hint of warmth in her tone. "Our correspondent travelled to the renowned El Dorado High, the premier inheritor academy located in the heart of the Amazon basin. Here, we spoke with its charismatic Principal, Miguel Landaiche, widely recognized as the reincarnation of Inti, the Inca God of the Sun."
The correspondent, a cheerful woman, stood next to Miguel Landaiche. He was a man of radiant charisma, with long, blonde hair cascading to his shoulders, adorned with a vibrant red headband and prominent green and blue feathers. His bare, athletic torso was toned and lightly tanned, accentuated by a deep purple and gold-trimmed collar. He wore loose, purple shorts with golden trim and a flowing red sash, complemented by simple, golden armbands and anklets, and open-toed sandals. He exuded a laid-back, friendly aura, a wide, easy smile gracing his face.
"Principal Landaiche," the correspondent began, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for inviting us to El Dorado High. We've just heard reports from Rio about the increasing aggression of the Curupira and Ragnarok's growing influence there, particularly among industries promising to 'clear' zones. What is your approach to these kinds of mythological challenges?"
Miguel Landaiche chuckled softly, a warm, melodic sound. "Ah, the Curupira! Little guardians of the forest, they are. And beautiful dancers, when they are happy. But when their homes are disturbed, when the balance of the forest is broken… well, then they get upset, as anyone would." His expression remained relaxed, but his eyes held a deep understanding. "To simply 'fight' or 'clear out' them without understanding why they are acting this way is like trying to fix a leaky roof by painting over the water stains. It solves nothing, and it makes the problem worse."
He spread his hands in an open, welcoming gesture.
"Here, at El Dorado High, we believe in peace through understanding. My students – the inheritors of the sun, the earth, the sky – they learn not just to wield their powers, but to listen. To listen to the land, to the spirits, and to the hearts of the people. Ragnarok, they offer quick, violent fixes, and the industries, they see only profit. But that is a short-sighted path, mija."
"So you believe in negotiation and understanding, even with aggressive mythological creatures?" the correspondent clarified, intrigued.
"Absolutely," Miguel confirmed, his smile widening. "The spirits are not just 'monsters' to be fought. They are part of this world. Often, their aggression is a cry for help, a sign of imbalance. We teach our students to mediate, to restore harmony. Sometimes, it means healing a blighted forest. Sometimes, it means helping a displaced spirit find a new home. Sometimes, it means simply reminding communities to respect the ancient ways, to live in rhythm with nature, and to share their celebrations."
He clapped his hands lightly, and in the distance, the drumming intensified, accompanied by the joyous sounds of flutes and a spontaneous burst of singing. "Peace, community, and the vibrant spirit of life – that is what Inti brings. And through music, through dance, through shared celebration, we can remind both humans and spirits of the joy of existence. It is harder work, yes, than simply fighting. But it is work that builds, not destroys. It builds bridges, not walls."
He concluded with a gracious, almost regal nod.
The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, who watched Miguel Landaiche's departing image with a thoughtful, almost wistful expression.
"A profound philosophy from the Principal of El Dorado High, offering a compelling alternative to the conflict and fear gripping so much of the globe. His emphasis on understanding and harmony certainly provides a unique perspective on the challenges facing humanity and its inheritor protectors."
Katherine's expression then shifted to a more complex, unreadable look.
"From the sun-drenched vibrancy of South America, we now turn our attention to Egypt, a land steeped in ancient mysteries and powerful deities, where the struggle between old traditions and new ideologies has created a deeply divided society."
The screen transitioned to a striking visual: the majestic pyramids standing against a desert sky, but with modern Cairo bustling in the foreground. The footage often showed crowds – some eagerly visiting temples and ancient sites, others engaged in lively, sometimes heated, debates in public squares.
"In Egypt," Katherine's voice began, a solemn edge to it, "the population finds itself almost evenly split between fervent support for their traditional inheritors and the growing appeal of the anti-god advocacy group, Ragnarok. This 50/50 divide creates a unique internal tension, often played out in the very shadows of their monumental history."
The Egyptian correspondent appeared on screen, standing near the bustling Khan el-Khalili bazaar, the sounds of merchants and chatter in the background. "Good morning from Cairo. Here, the inheritors of ancient Egyptian deities like Ra, Isis, and Osiris are deeply interwoven with the nation's identity. For millennia, they have been seen as guardians of order and tradition, essential to the flow of life, the Nile, and the very concept of Ma'at – cosmic balance."
The footage briefly showed inheritors in traditional Egyptian garb participating in ancient rituals, their powers subtly aiding the irrigation of fields or calming sandstorms.
"However," the correspondent continued, her tone shifting, "decades of economic hardship, coupled with the subtle yet pervasive presence of mythological creatures now encroaching beyond the ancient tombs and deserts – particularly mischievous Bennu Birds causing localized fires, or shadowy Ammit fragments preying on the fearful – have led to a growing disillusionment. Ragnarok has skillfully capitalized on this."
The screen showed snippets of heated street debates, some individuals passionately defending their inheritor leaders, others equally fervent in their criticism, citing perceived failures or indifference. Graffiti with Ragnarok's symbol was seen on a modern wall, juxtaposed with traditional hieroglyphs.
"Adding to this unrest is a deeply frustrating issue for many Egyptians," the correspondent elaborated, her voice gaining a more urgent tone. "While species like cobras and crocodiles have long held sacred significance in Egyptian mythology, and their presence is often encouraged by traditional inheritors as part of the natural and spiritual order, many citizens feel they are being forced to co-exist with potentially dangerous animals without adequate protection. Incidents, though rare, do occur – a child bitten by a stray cobra, a fisherman losing his nets to an unusually aggressive Nile croc."
The screen showed a brief, quick shot of a sign near a water source, depicting a stylized crocodile, followed by a local's worried expression. "The public's trust is further eroded by the perception that the inheritors responsible for 'keeping an eye' on these sacred creatures are often still young students in the academy, lacking the experience to fully guarantee public safety. Ragnarok frequently highlights these incidents, claiming the inheritors prioritize ancient traditions over the immediate safety of their people."
A short, almost defiant soundbite played: "We respect the old ways," a Ragnarok supporter declared, "but respect doesn't feed our families or protect our homes from fire-birds, or keep our children safe from venomous fangs! We need action now!"
"This blend of reverence for tradition and desperate desire for change creates a volatile balance," the correspondent concluded. "The inheritors here are attempting to bridge this divide by engaging more directly with modern challenges, but Ragnarok's pragmatic, if often reckless, promises continue to draw in half of a population weary of waiting for divine intervention."
The scene shifted, transforming into a stately, yet bustling, environment. It was clearly a modern academic institution, but one built with reverence for ancient aesthetics: sandstone colors, soaring columns, and hieroglyphic motifs subtly integrated into the architecture. Students in crisp, light-colored uniforms moved with a focused calm.
"To understand the inheritor perspective in this deeply divided nation," Katherine Mulligan's voice explained, her tone now respectful and earnest, "our correspondent was granted an interview at Pyramid High, Egypt's esteemed academy for inheritors, located just outside Cairo. We spoke with its Principal, Amanra Abydos, widely recognized as the reincarnation of Ma'at, the Egyptian Goddess of Cosmic Order, Justice, and Truth."
The correspondent, a serious, intellectual-looking woman, stood opposite Amanra Abydos within a grand, open-air hall. Amanra was a striking figure, embodying grace and strength. She had a dark, regal complexion and a commanding presence, crowned with a golden, feather-adorned headpiece that spoke of her divine connection. Her attire was equally magnificent: a golden, segmented breastplate adorned with turquoise-like gems, a matching golden belt with intricate carvings, and flowing drapes of deep blue and sandy gold fabric. She held a ceremonial staff topped with an ankh, and a distinctive shield patterned with black and white stripes like a zebra, rested against a nearby pillar. Her eyes were piercing, intelligent, and held a deep, unwavering serenity.
"Principal Abydos," the correspondent began, her voice formal. "Thank you for speaking with us. Egypt faces a unique challenge, with half the population disillusioned and turning to Ragnarok, often citing issues like the perceived lack of protection from sacred animals or the youth of your inheritors. How do you respond to these accusations?"
Amanra Abydos's voice was calm, resonant, and clear, carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. "The scales of Ma'at do not lie," she stated, her gaze unwavering. "We understand the frustrations of our people. The path of truth is not always easy, nor is it always comfortable. To live in Egypt is to live in balance with forces both mortal and divine, seen and unseen. This includes our sacred animals."
She gestured with her staff. "The cobras, the crocodiles – they are integral to the very flow of the Nile, to the cycle of life and death, to our ancient pacts. We do not 'force' co-existence; we uphold the natural order. Incidents, regrettable as they are, serve as painful reminders of the delicate balance that must be maintained, and of the dangers of disrespecting that balance. Ragnarok preys on fear and seeks to sever these essential ties, promising an illusory control that only leads to greater discord."
"And the concern about younger inheritors, Principal?" the correspondent asked.
Amanra nodded slowly, her expression acknowledging the difficulty.
"It is true that many of our inheritors, like those across the world, are still in their formative years. The divine spark does not choose by age, but by destiny. We do not deny the challenges this presents. Our students are rigorously trained, not just in wielding power, but in understanding their profound responsibility to Ma'at – to truth, justice, and cosmic order." She looked out towards the distant city, her eyes distant but resolute. "Their path is to guide, to protect, to restore. It is a slow, meticulous process, unlike the quick, violent 'solutions' that Ragnarok offers. We do not seek to eliminate; we seek to harmonize. We cannot promise a world devoid of challenge, for that would be a lie. But we promise a world where the scales of balance are constantly guarded, with unwavering commitment, by those sworn to the truth." she nodded after taking a deep breath "It is a heavy burden, but one we carry with honor. And we will continue to strive for understanding, even among those who choose to misunderstand."
The correspondent concluded the interview, a new thoughtfulness evident in her demeanor.
(Great Lake City)
"Choose to misunderstand? Casey said with a sneer, "can you believe this garbage?!" He asked with a scoff toward his friend Sameer.
The bushy haired boy scoffed too.
"Oh yeah I can imagine it" he pretended to be at the phone "hello sir? I have to inform you your son had the great honor of being eaten by the sacred crocodile! But don't worry, it was for cosmic balance!" Sameer mimicked in a high-pitched, mocking voice.
Casey gave a scoff.
"Exactly, I swear it seems if they're not egomaniacs like Ronnie Anne they're so far up their ass they refuse to see how the world really works."
But they had seen it, after seeing the truth and how Ronnie took advantage of everything and everyone they had seen. How its that Inheritors always had the preference, always the first in all the lines, always given the best things and the best positions. How the government had given them a lot of money to build that academy and to maintain their mansions and homes, how they always get forgiven any crime or mistake. How they were always treated as if they were better than everyone else.
Casey and Sameer had seen the truth, they had seen the truth and how the world truly was. And now as members of Ragnarok they stood ready to help change it, to help fix this whole messed up society that those Inheritors had crafted with themselves at top.
Now if only they could get the others to join them. They were worry that they could still fall and become part of a temple, specially Ronnie´s, but after the fight they had it seems Sid do was trying to cut things with her.
"So any ideas on how we can get the others to join up with Ragnarok?" Sameer asked with a thoughtful frown, "I was thinking of trying to get in touch with that Loud guy, odds are he'd welcome people understanding him growing up in a home full of those jerks."
"True, cant imagine thing would be easy having to grow not only with 5 Inheritors but with Ronnie ann too" Casey said with a scoff. "But think besides him Sid might finally be coming around, though not sure about Laird dudes always struck me as someone too nervous to rock the boat." he added with a thoughtful look.
"True but the dude is smart, Im sure if we show him that he can help Ragnarok with books or smart stuff and not only with fighting he would be more open" Sameer said thoughtfully "anyway we should get going to the meeting, we dont want to be late"
"Yeah with luck maybe finally we could get to the bottom of what is messing around in Nikki´s neighborhood" Casey said as they walked out the park "I heard whatever it is has spread to the next street and they´re thinking of closing the whole block."
"Yeah starting to get worried myself." Sameer said with a frown, "I mean i'm not cryptologist expert, but I know that a monster that can mess with peoples dreams especially on this kinda scale...it's not exactly common." He said with a scowl, "And the rarer the monster the more dangerous it is, seems to be the trend."
"well lets hope we can find a solution before an Inheritor comes and makes a show out of this" Casey said with a scoff.
The screen returned to studios.
"A profound and deeply traditional perspective from Principal Abydos, emphasizing the enduring commitment to cosmic order amidst modern challenges. It's clear that the global landscape of mythological conflict is incredibly diverse. Now, we move to our final global reports, from two distinct European nations." Katherine said, her expression becoming more analytical. "First, to England, home to one of the newest inheritor academies, which has adopted a unique 'human first' philosophy, attempting to bridge the gap between divine power and mortal needs. This has created a fascinating dynamic with Ragnarok."
The screen shifted to a modern, almost sleek academic campus in the English countryside, blending seamlessly with rolling green hills. The architecture was contemporary, with large glass panels and open spaces, a stark contrast to the ancient stone of Greek or Egyptian academies. Students wore casual, practical uniforms, and there was an air of collaborative enthusiasm.
"From the bustling hub of Camelot U. in England," the British correspondent began, speaking with a crisp, measured tone. "This institution, established only fifty years ago, is known for its highly pragmatic, 'human first' approach to inheritor duties. Their focus is on the direct application of mythological powers for the tangible benefit of mortal society – advancements in renewable energy, disaster relief, medical breakthroughs, even subtle urban planning and community development."
The footage showed students using minor weather manipulation to clear fog from an airport, or subtly bolstering weak bridge structures with earth magic, or even using minor abundance powers to help a struggling local farm.
"This philosophy, while seemingly aligned with some of Ragnarok's rhetoric about prioritizing mortals, actually creates a peculiar challenge for the anti-god movement here," the correspondent explained. "Ragnarok struggles to gain significant ideological ground when the local inheritors are already actively demonstrating their direct utility to human life. Their usual accusations of divine indifference or elitism often fall flat in the face of tangible aid."
The screen briefly showed a small, rather disheveled Ragnarok protest outside a clean energy research facility, where their signs looked oddly out of place: "GODS AREN'T NECESSARY!" juxtaposed with a solar panel being installed with the subtle glow of a solar inheritor's power.
"While Ragnarok still exists in England," the correspondent continued, "their tactics are often reduced to nitpicking minor inconveniences or criticizing inheritors for not being 'human enough,' rather than making sweeping claims of divine oppression. However, they have subtly funded 'human autonomy' groups which, while not directly anti-god, advocate for mortals handling all mythological issues themselves, a sentiment that sometimes resonates with a public eager for greater self-reliance."
The screen cut to an interview with Principal Angus O'Shaughnessy of Camelot U. He was a man in his fifties or early sixties, with a kind, welcoming face framed by a neatly trimmed moustache, and eyes that twinkled with genuine warmth and optimism. He wore a comfortable, tweed-like jacket over a simple shirt. He exuded a gentle wisdom.
"We believe in partnership, not patronage," Principal O'Shaughnessy stated, his voice calm and friendly, yet resonating with a deep sincerity. "Our purpose, as inheritors, is not to rule or demand worship, but to lend our unique capabilities to the betterment of human lives. When Ragnarok claims 'humans first,' we agree! And we demonstrate how inheritors can be the most dedicated allies in that pursuit. We focus on feeding the hungry, healing the sick, protecting the vulnerable, not on fighting perceived enemies, unless absolutely necessary."
"Does their presence cause concern, despite your similar focus on humanity?" the correspondent asked.
Angus's friendly expression held a subtle hint of sadness.
"Their methods are born of fear and anger, and their ultimate goal, the complete sundering of the divine from the mortal, is a profound and dangerous misunderstanding of the cosmic tapestry. We may share a common focus on human welfare, but we diverge fundamentally on the means and the future. We are a different breed of inheritor, one who seeks to prove our value through tangible service and fostering true community, not through aloof decree or radical division."
(Else where in a traveling plane)
"Hmm...things are certainly progressing quite well don't you think Hammy." Fifi said from the back of her private jet enjoying some wine as she addressed the man sitting beside her, her personal enforcer Ham Hand.
Ham Hand grunted, his massive frame barely contained in the plush seat
"Ragnarok's gaining ground fast, miss Dufus. That Egypt report? Half the country ready to flip." He cracked his knuckles. "People see chaos, they want someone to blame. We give 'em a target."
"Indeed and soon we will have a permanent presence in the UK...as long that Morag woman do her job" Fifi smiled, swirling her wine.
"You think the legends about Merlin´s staff are true?" the big henchmen asked.
"That he somehow could use it to control dragons? Unlikely, darling," Fifi murmured, tracing the rim of her glass with a perfectly manicured finger. "But the *idea* of it? That's the currency we trade in. Fear of what's hidden, resentment over what's hoarded." Her gaze drifted to the jet's window, where clouds drifted like unclaimed promises. "Morag understands the assignment. Stoke the whispers, let the mundane minds imagine the worst. now is only a matter of time and see if she can find out where it is...and if it does what it is said it can do? well I think that would be a nice bonus Ragnarok can make us of" Fifi said with a dark smirk before frowning "What concerns me is the report from the Royal Woods cell.." she muttered leaning back in her seat with Ham Hand frowning, "a boy controlling monsters..." Fifi said narrowing her eyes, "it appears that it's finally happening." she whispered looking out the window of the plane, "which means a storm of chaos is about to hit the entire planet and Ragnarok needs to be ready to exploit it."
The Academies and government officials werent the only ones with access to classify information. She also had her ways to gain info and if what she was suspecting was happening then it means the gods all over the world will have big problems to face soon.
"Still...I must admit despite the difficulty this will cause a part of me is looking forward to the spectacle." Fifi said with a giggle, "As those high and mighty Gods finally realize there's powers that rival their own."
For now she will focus on keeping the organization active and growing until the time was right. And when her time finally came....well everyone would learn the true reason why Ragnarok was chosen as the name of her organization.
The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, who nodded thoughtfully.
"A truly modern and pragmatic approach, showcasing how some inheritors are actively addressing the very criticisms leveraged against them. But from the newest schools to the oldest, the inheritor community holds vastly different views." Katherine's voice took on a more ancient, almost somber tone. "Finally, we go to Denmark, home to one of the most ancient and traditional inheritor academies, a place where the belief in 'gods know best' is deeply ingrained. Here, Ragnarok finds itself in a far more direct, and often violent, ideological clash."
The screen shifted to a dramatically different landscape: stark, windswept coastlines and ancient, moss-covered stone structures. The inheritor academy here looked less like a modern school and more like a formidable, ancient Norse chieftain's hall, built from dark wood and heavy stone. The air felt cold, weighty with history, imbued with a sense of enduring strength.
"In the desolate fjords of Denmark," the Nordic correspondent began, his voice deep and gravelly, "stands the formidable Yggdrasil U., arguably the oldest continuous inheritor training ground in the world. Its philosophy is one of unwavering tradition: a deep, almost patient belief in the cosmic order, the wisdom of the Aesir and Vanir, and the inevitable cycles that shape the world. Here, the inheritors embody the resilience and deep understanding of their ancient deities, often training amidst the raw power of the elements."
The footage showed students, often broad-shouldered and powerfully built, clad in practical furs and leathers, training with heavy axes and shields, but also with nets and fishing gear, or observing the currents of the sea. There was no joy in their movements, only a grim, quiet determination to endure and master the world around them.
"This staunch traditionalism, however, makes Yggdrasil U. a prime target for the global Ragnarok movement," the correspondent continued. "The anti-god group, taking their very name from the Norse prophecy of the 'Twilight of the Gods,' here finds common ground with a populace weary of endless winters, powerful sea monster attacks, and a perceived divine aloofness. They argue that if the gods truly 'know what they are doing,' why does suffering persist? They explicitly preach for the hastened arrival of the true Ragnarok, the destruction of the old order, promising a world forged anew by human will, free from divine 'indifference.'"
The screen showed aggressive, masked Ragnarok protestors clashing with a smaller, equally grim group of heavily armed inheritors outside a coastal village that had recently suffered a sea serpent attack. The protests were fierce, ideological, often incorporating ancient Norse battle cries twisted into anti-god slogans, demanding immediate, human-centric solutions that disregard divine oversight.
The screen cut to an interview with Headmaster Stoick Hooligan of Yggdrasil U. He was a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man with a deep, weathered face, a prominent nose, and a thick, reddish-brown beard braided with a few simple clasps. His eyes, though serious, held a spark of warmth and deep wisdom. He wore practical, heavy tunics and leather armor, befitting a chieftain of old.
"The gods do know what they are doing," Headmaster Hooligan stated, his voice a low, resonant rumble, calm yet undeniably authoritative. "The sea has its tides, the wind its currents, the cosmos its cycles. It is not for mortals to command the great forces, but to learn from them, to live in harmony with them, and to endure what they bring. We do not fear the storm; we learn to sail through it. We do not fear the shifts; we learn to adapt." He gestured vaguely towards the turbulent sea in the distance. "Ragnarok is like a child trying to empty the ocean with a bucket. They wish to break the very waves that give life, to hasten an end they cannot comprehend. They are blind to the true wisdom of the cycles, to the patience required to navigate the grand tapestry. We are not aloof; we are simply burdened with foresight, with a deep understanding of the natural order that mortals often mistake for indifference."
"Do you attempt to reason with them?" the correspondent asked, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
Principal Hooligan gave a heavy sigh, a sound like the wind through the fjords.
"Reason? They hear only their own anger. Our path is one of endurance, of steadfast duty, of preserving the ancient wisdom that binds us to the land and the sea. We will stand. We will protect what is ours. And when the great changes come, we will face them with honor, as our ancestors did, for that is the path the gods have laid before us. There is no other way to sail these waters."
The screen returned to Katherine Mulligan, her expression now weary but undeniably resolute.
"Two profoundly different philosophies, both grappling with the rise of Ragnarok, and both from the very heart of Europe. These reports paint a clear picture: the world is fractured, divided not just between mortal and divine, but within both communities themselves." She took a deep breath. "That concludes our special global report on the Ragnarok phenomenon. The stories are varied, the tensions high, and the future uncertain. We'll be back after the break..."
(Royal woods)
The TV was turn off.
"Sigh well this is turning quite the mess" Maria Santiago sighed as she rubbed her head "First that attack at the park and now this? And that kid controlling monsters thing..." she muttered to herself as she looked at the TV screen.
"all because of those idiots of Ragnarok" Ronnie Ann called in anger her hammer sparking with contained lighting "if they werent causing problems in the first place then none of this would have happened!" her hammer crack
"Ronnie Ann! no lighting in the house you know the rules!" called her mom, her voice sharp with fatigue. Ronnie Ann gritted her teeth, the sparks fizzling out reluctantly as she forced her hammer down onto the kitchen table.
"Still don't understand why they started that whole kid controlling monsters crud." Spoke Ronnie Anne's cousin Carlota with a frown, "I mean they've got to know spreading nonsense like this will backfire on them, it's making everyone freaked out."
"Beats me cuz...we dont get it either" said Bobby as he polished his axe "but the worst part is that people are actually buying it." He paused, his expression darkening. "Heard some guys at the construction site talking about it. Said it 'explained a lot' about why things feel so messed up lately. Like they want to believe it."
"Well...is it possible?" Ronnie Anne who was about to snap at Bobby's information suddenly froze as she looked toward her cousin Carlota who now frowned with a curious look, "I mean no fan of the Ragnarok wackos but have to admit with all the powers Inheritors got not to mention all the artifacts out there, something or somebody able to control monsters isn't a stretch if you think about it."
"Hate to admit it...but she's got a point." Bobby admitted with his own frown, "I mean it's crazy but there are some myths where monsters were created by certain gods or followed their orders aren't there?"
"Well isnt your girlfriend one of those?" asked Carlota back
"Wait Lori?" blinked Ronnie confused
"She is talking about Argos" said Bobby with a sigh.
"Argos? that ball of feathers?" Ronnie had some..mixed encounters with the sacred peacock of Hera. "He's not a monster he's just a jerk."
"You really need to study more sis" said Bobby "thats what is know as a sealed form...Lori still havent be able to make him turn into its 100-eye giant form yet...but she will someday" Bobby said with a proud smile.
His girlfriend really was amazing the perfect woman and natural leader in one very attractive package, and Bobby knew she'd go on to do a lot of good in the world once they graduated. He just wished that Chandler brat would take a hint and step off. He thought holding back a small scowl as his mother spoke up.
"Plus theres the legend about Athena cursing a mortal that beat her in a contest into the monster mother of all spiders Arachne, and also cursing a woman Poseidon rape in her temple into the original Medusa." Maria added in with an uncomfortable look.
She wasnt against gods but she also didnt thought all they do or say was perfect. As nurse she have seen both the good and the bad consequences of the daily battles against monsters and creatures and also one or two cases where an Inheritor couldnt "control themselves" and ended up hurting others.
"So yeah...if the gods can create monsters...or turn people into them...then why not someone who can control them? Its not impossible." Maria finished with a heavy sigh, her gaze drifting towards the window where the morning light felt suddenly colder. "It's just...if it *is* true...what kind of person would do that? And why?"
"Not all Gods live up to their duties.... Necropolis exists for a reason." Carlota said with a uneasy expression.
"Tch then if someone like that exist lets just chunk them there and be done with this!" scoffed Ronnie "if anything this is only making us look bad and making Ragnarok look good!"
"Yeah...makes me wonder if that's the plan." Bobby frown getting some looks, "maybe I'm being paranoid but one theory is Ragnarok is telling the truth partially but this kid working with them." He said with a sigh, "Ragnarok doesn't like inheritors but if they leverage over one could see some extremist exploiting them for their cause." Bobby said with a concerned look, "the other option is if this kids real is him being among the few that slip through the cracks of the system aren't tested for potential and end up awakening their abilities later."
"would be rare" said Maria "usually kids that awaken late are very rare and never pass a year or so" she said with a frown "but if he does exist and isnt with Ragnarok...then he must be terrified. Being able to control monsters? That's not a gift anyone would want." She paused, her nurse's instincts kicking in. "Imagine the isolation, the fear of discovery...and what happens if he loses control?"
"Hate to say it the possibility there that those crazies weren't just making it up." Carlota admitted with a grimace.
"which means we need to find this jerk and kick his ass before he screws things up even more." Ronnie Anne said with a dark scowl
"Isnt that a bit too much sis?" Bobby asked "I mean if its really just a kid your age we should help him not beat him up."
"He controls monster's you honestly think somebody like that should be trusted." Ronnie Anne said with a scoff, "be better to just lock him up."
"Ronnie Anne." Maria said with a stern look, "if he exists he's still a child. He needs help not a prison cell." She paused, her gaze drifting to the Myth-O's box still sitting on the counter, its cartoon Gorgon grinning mockingly. "We don't even know if he's choosing this. Powers manifest... sometimes they twist the wielder before they even understand what's happening."
Her mind flashing back to old stories her father had told her of before the system and schools were still in it's youth not what they were today....and of the children whos own powers overwhelmed them.
"You should know better cuz" said Carlota "I mean I still remember you had to wear limiters until last year cause you kept making storms each time you got mad." Ronnie Anne scowled at the reminder, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"That's different! My powers weren't hurting anyone else!"
"Really? Because I have a medical reports that say otherwise." Maria countered with a arched brow, "plus i've recently heard some concerning things from your friends."
Ronnie Anne froze mid-scowl.
"What things?"
"About you having some anger attacks for the little things, bring out your hammer out more often than not and make use of some...questionable words" Maria's gaze pinned Ronnie Anne, who shifted uncomfortably.
"that's taken out of context! And they're just blowing things out of proportion!" she retorted defensively with a scowl, "so I scared some jerks who weren't giving a god the respect they deserve so what."
"Ronnie Anne Santiago" Maria called with warning edge honed by years of emergency room shifts. "Respect isn't demanded with lightning strikes. That's exactly the kind of thinking Ragnarok exploits." She leaned forward, her eyes serious. "Respect is earned and I better dont hear you using your powers to intimidate others or I swear you will be grounded until you turn 30." She paused, and took a deep breath "And you might be the new Thor but I will remind you Im still your mother and I will take away your hammer if I have to."
"You can't do that!" Ronnie Anne protested, "It's my symbol, my weapon! A godly artifact it can't just be taken away by.." she froze as she realized what she was about to say and her mothers disappointed anger on her face.
"By what young lady? what were you going to say?" Maria's voice dropped dangerously low. The kitchen air crackled with tension thicker than Ronnie Anne's suppressed lightning. Carlota and Bobby exchanged nervous glances, frozen mid-bite into their toast. Ronnie Anne swallowed hard, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the table. The unspoken words – "by a simple mortal" – hung heavy and poisonous in the sudden silence, a chilling echo of Ragnarok's rhetoric she hadn't meant to invoke. Her mother's disappointment was a physical weight, pressing down harder than any divine hammer ever could.
"ooookkkkkkk..maybe we should, you know....go...so we are not late..." Bobby suggested taking his sister by the shoulders "lets go Ronnie Anne" he said pushing her toward the door.
And as he rushed his sister out the door with a grimace Maria sighed sitting down with a heavy look.
"what am I going to do with that girl?" she asked herself worriedly while Carlota gave her a concerned glance.
"Its..ok aunty...she is still in the..power trip part of growing" Carlota said softly "I mean she got the hammer of Thor...that's a big deal...and she is still learning how to handle it...and herself." She paused with a cough "we all went through it, Im sure she will cool down...eventually." She said with an awkward smile.
While trying not to show how much Ronnie Anne attitude was starting to also worry her, there was no denying that a number of inheritors were taking on concerning views to what they believed they were owed and a mortals place.
And fact is, as much as she hated to admit, some of Ragnaroks grievances weren't misplaced do to that fact....the disaster at that riot with city hall and a child almost getting killed before the head master stepped in according the rumors she heard were proof of that.
She could only hope her daughter wasnt starting to believe the hype...or worse that she was becoming one of those inheritors who saw mortals as beneath them. The thought sent a chill down Maria's spine, colder than any frost conjured by any winter deity.
She had to hold out hope for her daughter or figure out a way to fix this...But how?