Balsamon stood in the high heavens, leaning forwards on his hammer wedged between his two hands while he watched over the several mortal planes, he should have been paying attention to the whispers of the other gods for they had recieved a "message" from X, the god of secrets, however Balsamon personally cared not about X's cryptic and illusive messages for they were usually too obscure to decode until after the event occured, which by then would no longer be helpful. So instead he watched the mortals scatter about with their fleeting lives, watching as they beg for his aid in trivial affiars he had no buissness in for it seemed they had forgot he was the bringer of justice not the mender of unfortunante events. He was watching when he felt a disruption in the air, like something was stiring, more specifically a foul darkness that he had not sensed since the Clash as all the gods of darkness had been locked away for eternity.

Balsamon turned around and studied X for a few brief moments before turning to the others gods and said "Im sorry to interupt your whispers and mutterings everyone but I must ask you all present 'Have my senses fooled me or is there some sort of foul darkness brewing in another realm?'"