Meanwhile, the Pantheon came together in a hall designated specially for them. It was dimly lit, with large fancy curtains draped over the equally large windows.
Kali waved a hand moments after stepping in, using a projection of energy to open the balcony doors.
She waltzed past Loki and Yemoja, who both stared after her with worry. Once she got a few steps away from the railing, she stopped.
Her breathing was still ragged.
Sniffling, she wiped off the blood trickling down her nose, head arching to the sunny skies.
It was happening.
In her vision of the Archons, she'd seen this too. Scattered, seemingly minuscule calamities striking different parts of the globe simultaneously.
Calamities with no serious risks to life—which would be brushed under the rug. Unless they acted fast and took this seriously.
"Kali?" Apollo called, head tilting as he headed for her. "What was that? Did you see something? Another vision or—"
