He wore a long black coat without armor. No crown rested on his head, and no divine symbol marked his clothes. He carried no visible weapon.
He did not need any of them.
The space around him reacted simply because he was there. Small distortions appeared near his steps and disappeared before touching the black floor. Light bent slightly around his body. Even the laws holding the throne hall together seemed to move aside rather than resist him.
More than a thousand gods stood at once.
Every conversation stopped.
Every head lowered.
Some of them commanded armies large enough to conquer worlds. Others had ruled entire divine territories before joining the Void Lord. A few had personally destroyed civilizations during the War of the Gods.
None of that mattered inside this hall.
John looked across them with the same cold expression.
"Sit."
One word was enough.
More than a thousand gods sat at the same time.
Fizz remained on the throne.
John looked at her.
Fizz looked back.
