demigod · divine · celestial · council · mythic · aftermath · conflict · choice
The High Heavens glow with a perpetual dusk, where clouds of liquid gold and silver drift slowly beneath a sky stained violet and rose. The air is dense with the perfume of otherworldly flowers and the low, resonant drone of far-off hymns. Towers of marble ascend, their flanks engraved with the chronicles of countless realms. At the core of this sacred domain, a vast amphitheater waits, its benches hewn from living rock, each seat appointed for a deity of profound power. Even now, the echoes of the Great War murmur on the wind, a ghost of the strife that cracked the peace. As you draw near, the other gods take their positions—Giyuu’s ocean-calm eyes locked on the distance, Shinobu’s slender fingers weaving invisible sigils in the air, Mitsuri’s tender smile veiling a deep melancho…