The divine spires of Elarion, City of Celestial Accord, pierced through clouds of gold and sapphire. Above the ethereal sky where time held no dominion, in a realm untouched by mortal chaos, sat the immortal halls of the gods.
The God Realm…
Here, within the highest sanctum, bathed in silvery light and surrounded by rings of divine flame, stood Athena.
The Goddess of Judgement was as beautiful as she was terrible.
Her silver armor gleamed like starlight, and her pale skin carried the glow of ancient law. Eyes like molten platinum watched the threads of fate from her scrying pool; a still circle of glass-like water set into a platform of celestial marble.
Behind her, massive wings woven from justice itself remained folded, still as statues. Her presence was perfection incarnate.
But now?
That stillness cracked.
A flicker. A pulse. A ripple across the divine stream of fate. She turned slowly toward the anomaly; the scrying pool glowed, and he appeared.
Clinton.