High above the mortal plane, the Pantheon Hall stood as a monument to flawless eternity. It was a dimension of absolute perfection. Rivers of liquid gold flowed effortlessly beneath floating citadels constructed from solidified time. The skies were a perpetual, brilliant sunrise, devoid of clouds or shadows.
But today, the golden skies were stained with thick, suffocating soot.
The Prime Deities were already bleeding. A colossal, starving cosmic beast rampaged through their pristine outer gardens, tearing lesser gods into ribbons of divine light. This monstrosity was their first great loss. It was an anomaly they could not instantly delete, a nightmare unleashed upon their doorstep that shattered their illusion of untouchable supremacy.
Just as the Supreme Arbiter raised his galactic spear to smite the beast, the very foundation of the God Realm shuddered violently. The conceptual marble floor of the Pantheon cracked.
