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Warmth. Warmth greeted her entire being as her mind began to make sense of what had just happened to her.
The first thing Theresa could remember was of cracking sound. She was in a taxi, waiting amidst the traffic for a meet up with a local publisher who was interested in releasing her first ever completed novel work, but then the shaking happened. The earthquake was rough, enough to swing the firm Golden Gate bridge into its eventual demise. Unfortunately for Theresa, being a frightful, scaredy-cat girl she is, her body was frozen in fear instead of trying to look for safety outside the cab. The last sensation she remembered before her vision went dark was of cold water below her and the uncomfortable feeling of suffrocation that followed as she ran out of breath and unable to get herself off the vehicle.
Well, at least that's how she remembered the incident happened. Yet when she opened her eyes, white was all that embraced her vision, or at least almost all of it.
There were other, very obviously human, but none were familiar to her. It's like they were kidnapped, yet none seemed to be wounded in any particular way. In fact, the moment she thought about it, Theresa realized that her body bear no malform whatsoever despite the whole 'dive down to her death' situation that had just happened previously.
'Was that all just a dream?' The clumsy woman briefly thought as she opened the message list in her phone. The topmost message was the one where she sent a message to her published about her departure, which she reckon was sent when she finally got into the cab.
'So that was real, alright,' she thought before looking toward the other in her surrounding, 'but then what happened?'
Before she could completely gather her thought and muster any will to ask everyone else around her, however, a new message come into her phone. It was from this particular Heracles, son of Zeus...
The content of the message aside, the entire situation already made Theresa so nervous that all she want was to bury her head in the sand. And then there's the message, telling her that she, just like anyone in the white room, are reincarnated gods or something like that. Theresa failed to wrap her head around this idea, though. She wasn't the most fit or powerful person out there. Heck, she can't even do household chores without losing her breath halfway, let alone possessed any sort of out-of-this-world power. For someone she barely even meet face to face to simply claim that she was a goddess could simply be described as blasphemy. Unfortunately for Theresa, she didn't really have any choice on this matter. None of people around her seemed to have any important information either, and she was pretty much left in the blank herself.
When the man who proclaimed himself to be Heracles showed up, her first reaction was to be frightened. This man, though doesn't seem to harbor any ill will, was just every bit as muscular as her father and even more. Now, she wasn't one to judge people by their physicality, but Theresa was particularly fearful to men with well-built body like him. They reminded her of her father, and it was not something she is fond of to keep in her memory. At least he doesn't look anywhere near as aggressive as her father.
Then this Heracles person began pointing toward people and address them in names some she was quite familiar of, yet some were completely unknown to Theresa. Finally, he pointed toward the meek woman and call her by the name 'Enma'. She was much more flabbergasted than anything. Amaterasu, well yeah, she had read enough manga to know that she was the big deal. Hades, she is even more familiar with. Theresa was slightly amused to learn that this incarnation of Nyx was a rather skinny dude as it kind of reminded her to a certain role-playing video game. Enma, however, is a name completely unfamiliar to her. It didn't ring any bell in her mind, and she felt like it won't be anytime soon. What is even stranger, however, is that Theresa felt some sort of familiarity with that name, as if she had been called with such name many times before even though it was the first time she even heard of that word. It was calming.
For the first time since her youth, Theresa didn't feel any anxiety within her heart.
As the situation went on, Theresa kept her profile low as she observed each and everyone of them interacted with each other before suddenly the scenery changed. The room no longer took the form of a... room, and instead, it became something like the hall of Ancient Greek structures she often sees back then in fantasy movies.
And then, when Heracles suddenly mentioned of an orb and of revealing abilities, Theresa saw the man who was identified as Odin charged directly toward said orb.
"Wait, that's dangerous-"
Before she managed to finish her sentence, the man with long blonde hair already grasped the orb in his hands. Much to her surprise, the man was completely fine and even better. From what she saw, the blonde man seemed rather joyous as if he had found the answer he seeked for in his lifetime.
However, before she managed to relieve herself, something struck her mind. Specifically, it was a clause which she found rather concerning.
"Umm, Mr. Heracles, when you said that the slow way would take too long," Theresa paused for a bit to clear up her mind as she picked her wording carefully, "did you mean that... something big is going to happen soon?"
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