Chapter 134: RE:

In the Realm of Gods, the Pantheons were scattered throughout their respective domains, each occupied with their own responsibilities. Calean continued governing the Underworld, Rize remained within the Mountain of Warriors, while the others pursued their own duties, watched over their followers, or simply enjoyed the peace they had built.

Then, without warning, a voice echoed throughout the entire realm.

"PANTHEONS."

The voice was neither loud nor violent, yet its presence shook the entire realm as though the heavens themselves had spoken. It did not come from any direction, nor did it travel through the air like an ordinary sound, instead manifesting directly within the minds and souls of every Pantheon.

Every Pantheon immediately turned around. They knew exactly who had called them.

Even though the Creator had not shown himself for years, there was no mistaking his presence. The mere sensation of it was enough to make the bones and flesh of those who had once witnessed him tremble instinctively, as memories of his overwhelming existence resurfaced within their minds.

Without saying another word, the Pantheons immediately moved toward the Council of Pantheons.

Calean disappeared from the Underworld in an instant, leaving behind a faint distortion where he had stood. Rize descended from the Mountain of Warriors at incredible speed, tearing through the clouds surrounding the mountain as the other Pantheons similarly crossed the vast distances of the divine realm.

Some became streaks of light as they moved through the heavens, while others simply vanished from one location and reappeared hundreds of kilometers away. Their speed was far beyond anything ordinary beings could comprehend, and before long, the enormous structure of the Council of Pantheons appeared before them.

One after another, they entered the council chamber and took their respective seats around the massive roundtable. Within only a short amount of time, the once-empty chamber had become filled with the presence of divine beings, each one carrying enough power to make the surrounding space feel heavy.

Eventually, every seat was occupied.

They remained seated in silence, their expressions varying greatly. Some appeared nervous and uncertain, while others remained completely expressionless, their faces cold as ice as they stared toward the empty throne positioned at the far end of the chamber.

The situation was strange.

It was the first time Liam had directly called all of them together without prior notice, without an explanation, and without even giving them an indication of what had happened. Naturally, several Pantheons began wondering whether something had occurred beyond their knowledge.

Among the seated Pantheons was a relatively new face.

Though, in truth, she was neither new nor old.

Scintilla Eazi sat quietly in her seat, her long white hair gently swaying against her shoulders. She had grown considerably since the last time, her appearance now resembling that of a teenager rather than the young child she had once been.

Yet among everyone present, she was the one who appeared the most nervous.

Her fingers were tightly clasped together beneath the table, while her eyes repeatedly drifted toward the empty throne.

Trias noticed her daughter’s nervousness and gently placed a hand upon her shoulder.

"There is no need to become nervous," Trias whispered. "He is the one who created us, but you have nothing to fear from him."

Eazi nodded quietly, though the tension in her shoulders remained.

A moment of silence followed.

The Pantheons simply waited.

Then, the voice returned. "How is everyone doing?"

Silence filled the chamber.

For several seconds, nobody moved, and the Pantheons exchanged confused glances with one another. After being summoned without warning, they had expected some major announcement, perhaps an emergency or even a threat that required their immediate attention.

Instead, the Creator had simply asked how everyone was doing.

It was such an ordinary question that it became incredibly strange.

Moleius narrowed his eyes as he studied the situation. The Creator had never been someone who acted without purpose, and there was no reason for him to summon every Pantheon simply to exchange casual greetings.

Then Moleius understood.

The question was not merely a greeting.

It was a request for a report. Moleius slowly stood from his seat and lowered his head toward the empty throne.

"This inferior creation respectfully greets the Creator."

His voice remained calm, but every word carried deep reverence. "Although I would never presume that the Creator is unaware of what occurs throughout your creation, I believe you wish to hear about its current state from our own perspective, so allow me to report on the actions of the Pantheons."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"Throughout this period, we have bestowed portions of our authorities upon individuals who would eventually become some of the Twelve Constellations. However, not every Constellation possesses the authority of a Pantheon, as many have reached their current strength through their own experiences, struggles, and the natural progression of the world."

Moleius continued, carefully choosing his words.

"We have also created a book similar to the one that existed in the previous world and presented its teachings to the civilizations below. Those teachings have since spread throughout the world, leading to the creation of churches and religions that follow the principles contained within it."

He briefly looked toward the other Pantheons before continuing his report.

"We have also allowed conflicts to emerge between civilizations, believing that controlled struggles would encourage them to adapt, develop, and grow stronger. However, whenever such conflicts threatened to become catastrophic and cause more harm than good, we intervened and prevented the situation from escalating further."

Moleius continued explaining the developments that had occurred during their intervention. He spoke about the Constellations, the churches, the conflicts between civilizations, and the various ways the Pantheons had influenced the world while attempting to maintain a balance between guidance and interference.

Several minutes passed before his report finally came to an end.

The entire hall became silent.

Every Pantheon waited for the Creator’s response.

"Very well." The voice echoed throughout the chamber.

"You may be seated."

Moleius respectfully lowered his head before returning to his seat.

For several moments, nothing happened.

Then particles of mysterious energy suddenly began appearing around the Creator’s empty throne. At first, there were only a handful of them, but within seconds, thousands of particles began swirling around the throne, forming an enormous vortex of divine energy.

The air itself began to distort.

The Pantheons remained completely still as the mysterious energy condensed into the shape of a human figure. Slowly, the outline of a body appeared, followed by the shape of a head, until a complete silhouette stood upon the throne, its entire form concealed beneath an incomprehensible veil of energy.

Every Pantheon stared at the figure.

The Creator had arrived.

The mysterious energy surrounding Liam continued to swirl as his gaze passed across the council. His voice remained calm, but there was an unmistakable weight behind every word he spoke.

"The time has come."

The pressure filling the chamber suddenly intensified.

"We have waited long enough."

The words echoed throughout the Realm of Gods, reaching far beyond the walls of the council chamber. Even the divine realm itself seemed to fall silent as the Creator finally revealed the reason behind his summons.

"And now, we shall move first."