The gods settled into their seats one by one, their presence filling the chamber like a rising tide.
Hajin stood near the wall as he watched the memories play out around him, the figures more defined now that the full gathering had arrived, their forms flickering between indistinct shapes and moments of clarity where he could almost make out faces, almost hear names, but the details slipped away before they could settle.
The Goddess sat in her chair with the same bright energy she had shown before, her posture relaxed and her hands folded neatly on the table, looking around at the gathered faces with an easy smile.
'She is happy to see them,' he thought, watching the way her eyes moved between the figures she had known for thousands of years, 'they must have been really close.'
The figure at the end spoke first, its deep voice carrying across the chamber.
