"Now, as you all know, the Titans are a massive threat to the peace and tranquility to our Religion and sacred Temple, and must be stopped. The wise Argys suggested that we be the defenders rather than offenders to keep our worshipers. Does anyone have any interjections, anything to add?"
Ninjen irritated him with his passivity. Prometheus gazed around throne room, trying to discern the thoughts of the other Gods. Would they not have their own opinion? What are they thinking as they stare in to the distance? What fantastical visions of glory could a God be dreaming of? It was this exact apathy drove Prometheus insane. And they wonder why I like to spend time with my own creations... At least they are alive.
"Argys, in all your wisdom, you have failed to realise the root of our problems. These Titans have no desires of attacking us, nor do they have the capability currently! The issue is a growing threat, a possibility that these usurpers undermine our authority and win the favour of humans through their acts of benevolences!" Prometheus was on his feet as he turned to each of the Gods. "With the rising threat of this Kobold One God and seemingly unnatural disasters that seem to have struck certain villages, our authority is being challenged while we sit here shaking our legs! What we need is a champion from the Gods to deal with these Titans before their influences expand. My sources tell of great civilisation created by the Titans acros the Ichor where the Titans are now slowly accumulating power. We have to prevent the catastrophe that will happen and hole ourselves up, hoping for peace and tranquility."
On that note, Prometheus turned to Ninjen and took his seat.