[System Update: Realm Shift Detected]
The gods are gathering. Your name has triggered a Divine Conclave — an event not seen in 10,000 years.
Objective: Prepare your forces. You have 7 days.
Virellia Stronghold — War Council, Dusk
Selene stood at the head of the long table.
Maps. Relic-scrolls. A burning sigil glowing in the air above the capital.
"Our scouts say Lucien's gathering relics of extinction," said the mage. "Old world weapons. Things the gods themselves sealed."
"They fear him," the assassin murmured.
"They should fear me," Selene said, voice like slow fire.
[System Alert: Divine Presence Detected Nearby.]
Far Above — Unseen
Two figures watched from beyond the veil of the mortal plane.
Gods.
One clad in bone-white robes, blindfolded. One in veils of night and ash.
"She wasn't chosen," the veiled god said softly.
"She chose herself. That's what makes her dangerous."
Later That Night – The Temple of Flame
Selene knelt alone before the embers.
Not praying.
Preparing.
[System Prompt: You may now forge your own pantheon.]
Power Branch: Crown of Ash and Dawn — Mythic Authority Gained.
She lit the pyre.
And from flame and oath and her own blood—
She forged the first divine seal of her reign.
A serpent, coiled around a burning crown.
Her symbol. Her rule. Her law.
The earth shook.
Mountains groaned.
And across the empire, every high priest, empress, and surviving god turned their eyes to the east—
Because a new pantheon had just been born.
And it belonged to her.