Father Black slowly turned toward the hologram hovering at the edge of the chamber.
"Tomato," he said, his voice calm but heavy with expectation.
"What is going on?"
For once, the ever-confident devil woman did not grin.
Her golden pupils narrowed, reflecting something vast—something wrong.
"If I told you," she said quietly, "you wouldn't believe me. Come and see for yourself. Old man."
Father Black did not ask another question.
He rose.
Demeter stood with him, sensing it instantly. In the next heartbeat, the chamber emptied—gods, elites, mortals of legend—all launching into the void, tearing through atmosphere and gravity alike, racing toward the source of that trumpet call.
And then—They saw it.
A gate.
No—THE Gate.
