(Present Day, 3 months after the execution of the Twelfth Elder, somewhere in space)
Today was an important day in the history of the universe, for today was the day the once in a century All Gods Summit took place inside the Ancient Gods Pavilion.
Today, every Righteous Faction God flew from all over the universe to gather at the floating asteroid that housed the Ancient Pavilion, the designated spot for their rare and sacred meeting.
The Pavilion itself drifted across the stars without tether or trajectory, its origin long forgotten, its destination never questioned, as the divine laws that governed its movement remained known only to the Eternal Sovereign who claimed its head seat.
Shaped like an open lotus carved from cosmic stone, the structure appeared deceptively fragile from afar, yet radiated a pressure that made even Monarch Tier Beasts avoid its presence in instinctive fear.
