As they entered the hall, nobody was looking at their side, and even the announcers weren't introducing them.
That was the first thing Jake noticed.
In his experience, entrances were supposed to register—doors opening, heads turning, the social machinery of a gathering acknowledging new arrivals with at least minimal attention.
But when the three of them walked into the great hall of the Suspended Palace, the assembled gods and agents continued their conversations without interruption, drinks raised to lips, laughter floating across marble floors, a hundred separate dramas playing out simultaneously.
Asurani had been forgotten so thoroughly that her arrival didn't even create a ripple. In the realm of gods, she wasn't even considered a goddess anymore by her own kind.
Jake could tell that, but he didn't say anything. He watched Asurani get hurt on the inside, and she was keeping a brave front for them.
