Amon gazed silently at Hyades as the newly crowned God of Harmony.
High above, the radiance of the First Throne descended from the heavens like a celestial pillar, brilliant and majestic. It stretched toward him as though inviting him to ascend and claim his rightful seat among the gods.
At any moment, Amon could rise into the divine realm and take his place upon the throne.
Yet he remained.
Because Hyades was still here. His golden eyes settled upon the floating goddess. The immaculate beauty that had once inspired reverence was now twisted by fury. Rage burned beneath her holy visage, cracking the facade of divinity she had maintained for so long.
She had lost.
Heaven was slipping from her grasp. Her greatest enemies remained alive.
And worst of all... The First Throne of the new Pantheon had manifested.
And she wasn't the one sitting on it.
