[You have been commanded by the Oracle of the Celestial Camp—a high-ranking commander within the camp. As someone aligned with the Celestial Camp, you are mandated to obey your superior.]
Brian stared at the system prompt, anger swelling within him.
The man standing before him was none other than the Oracle of the Celestial Temple.
Brian's eyes were cold as they locked onto the Oracle, who acted all high and mighty, trying to force him into sending a message. Brian knew the true purpose behind it. Obeying the Oracle would only shatter what little image he had left—reduce him to a puppet in the eyes of the Grey Empire knights. A weakling. A man who bowed his head to authority, stripped of pride and self-respect.
This was the heaven above the heaven—that was the spectacle the Oracle aimed to create.
Emperor Augustus watched the unfolding scene with a rare smile playing at his lips. He waited patiently, curious to see what choice Brian would make.
