In the divine palace that floated above the highest skies, untouched by mortal filth or worldly decay, the remaining gods gathered in a great hall carved from celestial crystal and starlight.
The glow of their power shimmered through the chamber like molten gold, though tension hung thick in the air. Twelve thrones once stood in a perfect circle—now only ten were occupied.
The empty seats were reminders of their waning influence.
The Head God, draped in a cloak of woven time and eternity, tapped his scepter against the floor. The chime echoed like thunder, silencing the murmurs of the divine.
"We begin. The state of our new world must be reported. Seraphina, Charrin, update us."
He announced.
Goddess Seraphina inclined her head gracefully, but her eyes were shadowed. Beside her, Goddess Charrin gave an irritated huff, tossing her storm-wreathed hair over one shoulder.
"It's a mess."
Charrin snapped, drawing the attention of the other gods.
