I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

However, almost as if answering all his unspoken questions, the gods sitting atop their thrones slowly began to take shape in the vast darkness.

At first, they were nothing more than blinding lights—brighter than any star Lucy had ever seen.

The sheer brilliance forced him to raise his arm over his eyes, shielding them from the overwhelming glare.

But after a few seconds, the initial shock faded. His eyes adjusted, the painful brightness dimming just enough for him to make out their forms.

The mist swirled around their massive figures, diffusing their light into spectacular halos.

Names were carved at the base of each throne in enormous, gleaming letters that pulsed with inner fire.

He turned toward the first one.

Ithriel — God of Dominion and Control.

Ithriel sat motionless, a marble carving of brutal perfection atop a throne of iron and glass. His armor gleamed like polished ice.

Above his brow floated a silver crown, spinning in slow circles, never touching his head. His gaze swept over the misty expanse with twin shards of frozen gold—bored and merciless.

Lucy grimaced, an involuntary shudder running through him.