Dead Courtroom

[Warning: What you are reading is an old content from the older drafts. All of volume 2 will be edited.]

The courtroom was dead silent.

For a moment, it felt like the entire cosmos had collectively forgotten how to breathe. Reality itself seemed to hesitate, as if unsure how to proceed after the ancient deity casually dropped a revelation of such absurd magnitude.

Argider, still glowing like an unstable divine firecracker, stared blankly at the old god who had just shattered whatever semblance of logic she had left. "Okay, cool. Love that for me. But, uh… what does that actually mean?"

Cue an extremely unhelpful response:

"It means exactly what it sounds like."

The Ancient Deity of Order and Correction groaned so loudly it echoed through multiple dimensions. "You are NOT helping."

Meanwhile, the gods in attendance reacted with wildly different levels of decorum.