Within the Pantheon, divine might suddenly skyrocketed, surging like a tide, toppling like mountains, directly reaching its peak.
"Gods, rise."
The tone was even, without the slightest fluctuation, yet it was like the first Law spoken at the dawn of heaven and earth—impossible to defy.
A vast strand of divine power silently spread out. It bore no oppression, merely brushing over them like a spring breeze and gently lifting All Gods to their feet.
The gods rose in turn, slowly returned to their places, and took their seats upon their respective thrones.
Only then did Danifo and Andrew's figures truly reveal themselves at the center of the hall.
Then, an ancient voice unique to gods, carrying a faint metallic texture, rang out. "During our absence, you gods have faithfully performed your duties and kept the Crystal Wall System operating without interruption. We are greatly pleased."
The gods hurriedly bowed, declaring in unison, "We dare not accept such praise."
Danifo's gaze swept over the hall as he continued, "This time, Andrew and I journeyed beyond the Crystal Wall System and happened upon a world. Its people are ignorant, unaware of what divine might is. They have built no temples, offered no incense, and remain trapped in chaos, on the verge of withering away."
"I could not bear to see this, and wish to enlighten them. Yet the depths of your divine powers differ, as do the ranks of your divinities. I fear acting rashly may instead cause imbalance. Thus, I have summoned all gods here to discuss how to make that barbaric world know our divine names, revere our divine might, believe in our Divine Oracles, and extol our divine virtues. What do you all think?"
Before the words fell, the hall became like boiling water and hot oil.
Whispers, debates,