The vast, crystalline expanse of the Empyrean Realm held a moment of profound significance.
Hades, radiating the immense, contained power of his newly augmented being, stood before the unified ranks of the Celtic Pantheon.
The Celts were truly a formidable array of different kind of gods; nature gods, fierce warrior gods, and mystical magic gods. Combined, they formed a powerful and versatile military.
But at this moment, the normally solemn Gods have their forms gleaming with anticipation and nervous hope.
Lugh, their King, led the delegation, his usual defiance utterly subsumed by urgent necessity.
He bowed deeply, his eyes fixed on the ground in a posture of utmost respect.
"Supreme Deity," Lugh spoke, his voice steady despite the momentous occasion. "The Celtic Universe is prepared. Our Heart is ready for the transition. We can depart at any moment you command."
