The pocket dimension hummed with a quiet, grey energy. It wasn't a place of comfort, but it was a place of safety. The first safety any of them had known in centuries.
The gods gathered in what passed for a central space—a flat expanse of swirling mist that held their weight. They were a ragged assembly. Olympians stood beside Aesir. Titans loomed near their ancient jailers. Monsters and heroes from a dozen dead pantheons filled the edges. All of them were hollow, their souls still held captive, but their minds and wills were burning bright with the fire of freedom.
