00:02, 15 July, 20XY.
Rishikesh, Uttarakhand.
[The Flame of Wars is huffing in anger.]
Under the starry sky, filled with multicolored stars that sprinkled dim light upon the world, making it so that it never goes completely dark, sat a girl with coffee-colored hair sitting on a piece of debris, staring up at the sky with a thoughtful look, when a notification flashed in front of her eyes.
Her bright orange eyes shone with intrigue as she saw the message of her contracted goddess.
She was already used to this god's antics, as she knew what kind of goddess she had contracted with.
"What got you all grumpy, dear goddess?"
The girl questioned with a smile, respect audible in her voice as she broke out from her thoughts about a certain someone with cold golden eyes.
[The Flame of Wars is saying that he was arrogant.]
The girl, Ridha Negi, frowned at her goddess's words.
"He? Who are you talk—wait!"