As Ambrose went through his most chaotic levelling up process yet, somewhere beneath the Appalachian mountains—the most important gathering in the world was going into full swing.
The room was large with a few crystal chandeliers dotting the ceilings. A soothing music from the eighties echoed through the walls of the dimly lit hallways.
At the center of the room was a round table. And sitting around it were five people whose mere combined presence would make any lower rank suffocate if they were there.
The Pantheon.
Amongst these people was the shapeshifting 'woman' from Las Vegas. Currently in their brown haired male form. They appeared bored, resting a palm beneath their jaw.
"So everyone else got the signal?" They lifted their right arm, flaunting the sigil glowing faintly on their skin. "Well? Where's the danger? I got interrupted in the middle of something important before coming here."
