The gods emerged from the dark chaos and strode toward the fortress of doomsday where mortals had defied divine authority. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking.
But seeing what they looked like was even more breathtaking than watching them descend.
Although Gawain had been somewhat prepared after seeing the state of the Three Goddesses of Abundance earlier, he truly had not imagined anything like what now stood before him. He watched these powerful beings, formed from projections of mortal thought, limp out of the darkness one after another in all manner of shapes and postures. The closer they gathered, the more they resembled survivors fleeing a disaster zone. He even saw these towering figures, like giants or colossal beasts, occasionally supporting one another while warily scrutinizing every companion around them.
Before today, they had never gathered like this. The gods had each been bound within their divine kingdoms by the shackles of their respective currents of thought, unable to observe or communicate with one another. Even after Night Lady had recently separated their human forms from their divinity, they clearly had not had the leisure to pay each other visits. This "summoning" Gawain had arranged was likely the unprecedented and never-to-be-repeated "day of gathering for all gods" in this era of civilization. These great beings, long trapped upon their Divine Thrones, displayed both curiosity and caution toward their "peers," while also seeming to feel a certain kinship due to their similar circumstances.
Gawain watched it all from afar at the edge of Amun's garden, as if observing an absurd yet astonishing play. At the same time, he heard Amber mutter softly behind him, "Well, would you look at that. They're even helping each other walk. Night Lady's beating really brought the gods together..."
Gawain did not know how to