Ancients And The Endlesses

The Messengers of the Ancient Gods sat upon their five thrones, their forms radiating the kind of authority that made even gods bow in submission. Their seats were not mere constructs but embodiments of their dominion over eternity—living manifestations of power beyond comprehension. Each Messenger gazed down upon the assembly of gods, who sat silently, heads lowered, their reverence carved into every movement.

Servitude was etched into the posture of these gods, their existence bound to the will of the ones behind the Messengers. They sat not as equals, but as it they were devoted servants of the Ancient Messengers, their very essence trembling under the weight of expectation.

Even in the absence of the Ancients, the Messengers commanded the same fear and respect to the gods.

The room was heavy with obedience, the air thick with divine supplication, as if the Spire itself demanded compliance.