Deep within the luminous architecture of the City of Gods, housed within the cosmic palm of the Emperor, stood the Hall of Infinite Echoes.
This was a structure that defied physics; from the outside, it appeared as a modest spire of white jade, but inside, it expanded into an auditorium that spanned billions of miles.
Seated within were not hundreds, or thousands, but trillions of Demigods.
Mammon, the Demigod of Greed, stood upon the central dais, his golden robes shimmering.
As he looked out at the sea of divine auras, ranging from the soft green of life-aspected spirits to the blood-red radiance of battle-hardened protectors, his face shifted through a spectrum of colors.
"Sister Thea," Mammon whispered, his voice carried to her through a mental network, "I thought this vote was restricted to the High Council... the direct creations of our Master. Why have the trillions Demigods been summoned? This wasn't the arrangement."
