[Never heard of them.] I wasn't joking or playing coy. The terminology was technically familiar because of the word "Gods," but "Fallen Gods" was a classification that had never appeared in my previous tactical briefings or historical records.
[Are they like Fallen Angels?] I pressed, my mind racing through mythological parallels. [Are we talking about real, literal gods here?]
I held my breath, my hopes soaring toward the stratosphere as I awaited her reply. If I could command even a fraction of divine power, this apocalypse wouldn't just be manageable—it would be my playground.
[Of course they aren't!] The reply was like a bucket of ice water over my head. I slumped slightly against the railing of my chariot, a self-deprecating smirk tugging at my lips.
Sure, what did I truly expect? Real deities bowing to my whims, marching across the ruins of New Jersey on my command? The very idea was hilarious, born of a moment of desperate optimism.
But then, the interface chimed again.
