Lucia entered the divine hall with unhurried grace, her footsteps echoing across the celestial marble.
Pillars of starlight spiraled toward the high domed ceiling, and each god present radiated with divinity—an orchestra of power, tension, and judgment.
The entire divine council had gathered, all seated on their respective thrones of domain, yet it was clear from the silence that she was the last to arrive.
Her eyes scanned the room briefly. There was suspicion in the air. Resentment. And something else—urgency.
She didn't like it.
"Quite the welcoming party. I see I was summoned last. How deliberate."
Lucia said, voice smooth like silk and barbed with scorn.
The Supreme God, seated at the farthest throne cloaked in golden illumination, exhaled slowly. His divine form pulsed with restrained authority.
"Lucia. We require your gift."
He said at last, calm and measured.
Lucia tilted her head slightly.
"My gift?"
Her voice was casual, but her eyes sharpened.
