Deep in the Guild's lower levels, inside a secluded hall.
A group of graceful gods of exalted status sat around a table in the hall.
Hestia stood beside the doors outside the hall, looking out of place as she gazed outside, craning her neck in anticipation.
Beside her, Loki sat cross-legged and said irritably, "Stop pacing, Shorty. This disaster has only just begun unfolding. Help won't arrive that quickly. If you really don't want to get in the children's way, stay put."
Although the disaster had struck very suddenly, none of the gods invited to the God Meeting had come to harm. In part, this was because the gods invited in advance to discuss the Great Expedition were generally sensible in terms of their influence and personalities, and wouldn't make any particularly foolish mistakes.
When the first infected began their outbreak, they had immediately entered the underground hall under the protection of the Guild guards.
The cramped interior had become an advantage at a time like this. After all, the zombies thought much like monsters, and wouldn't swarm them unless they made a particularly loud commotion.
The few stray zombies that found the passage were dealt with directly by the guards.
However, although the guards were upper-tier Adventurers, their numbers were limited. After discussing it, the gods had decided against breaking out immediately, instead using the terrain to wait for rescue.
Beside Hestia, Hephaestus couldn't help trying to persuade her as well. "Calm down, Hestia. You're letting your concern cloud your judgment. Your child will certainly have no trouble protecting himself, but don't expect too much when it comes to him rescuing us."
"You think Roland can't get through the horde outside?"
Hestia raised her eyebrows, looking rather indignant.
"Under normal circumstances, infected Adventurers like these wouldn't be able to