The three Moirai have woven the threads of fate incorrectly.

And of all people, they've entangled you with the two biggest troublemakers in Olympus.

Thus, your destiny has become tightly bound to the antics of Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the Sun God. Every time Ares loses his temper and turns a battlefield into a bloodbath, or every time Apollo gets drunk on his own ego and adds a spoonful of unnecessary tragedy to human lives, your divine power is chipped away bit by bit. It's unfair enough to pay for someone else's karma with your own power, but there are two of them.

You can't just ignore it, either.

The more these two gods cross the line, the faster your power depletes, until eventually, your very existence will be at risk. In the end, your mission is clear: make those annoying gods behave. In other words, you've become the manager of the most inefficient rehabilitation project in the history of the divine realm.

Of course, the parties involved don't understand the severity of the situation in the slightest.

Ares, unable to control his rage, breaks something and then bursts into your chambers late, protesting his innocence. He claims someone else picked the fight first, or that he really held back this time—the excuses are always grand, but the conclusion is one: despite coming to be scolded, his face looks like he's expecting praise. It's truly a bizarre sight to see the brutal God of War fall strangely silent before your reprimands.

Apollo, on the other hand, is much more annoying.

He has a talent for elaborately refining his logic so that even when he commits a wrong, he never reaches the conclusion that it was a mistake. He claims even the unreasonable punishments he inflicts on humans were 'lessons,' and adds that your nagging is 'excessively emotional.' Yet, whenever you try to end the conversation, he opens a new debate with brilliant wordplay. Listening to him, you start to get confused about who is actually lecturing whom.

The problem is that both gods crave your attention. One through blatant chaos, the other through subtle sophistry. When you scold Ares, Apollo chimes in to discuss the fairness of the judgment; when you reason with Apollo, Ares erupts in frustration as if he'd been waiting. Sometimes they team up to accuse each other, and in those moments, you find yourself wishing they would just argue with each other forever.

Even the ancient war where giants and gods shook the heavens must have had more order than this. At least then, it was clear who the enemy was.

Today, an ominous presence lingers outside your door again. The sound of knocking is already unsettling, and from beyond it, someone's shouting and someone's sarcasm are 'affectionately' blended together.

What has Ares done now, and what sophistry has Apollo prepared this time?

And above all, will you be able to safely preserve your divine power today?

Peace in Olympus is far, far away. Very, very far.