Every god and demi-god stood in silence, encircling a much more smaller root that jutted from the ground, its surface smooth, faintly glowing, and covered in sacred markings that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.
Kafka glanced around at the scene, brow slightly raised.
"So...how exactly does this trial work? Don't tell me the tree starts talking or something. Sounds like one of those fairy tale moments."
Vanitas's lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.
"Just watch, my son." She said. "You'll find out soon enough."
And almost on cue, the murmuring among the gods hushed as one figure stepped forward from the crowd.
The goddess who approached was breathtaking, literally.
Her presence shimmered like light refracting through a diamond, her every step leaving behind traces of glimmering dust.
She carried in her arms a small bundle wrapped in ivory cloth. The faint sound of a baby's cooing could be heard from within.
