The hall was vast, long, and deep.
It felt as if the space itself bent inward, forcing anyone who entered to acknowledge how small they truly were.
Azrael walked forward without hesitation.
The circular chamber was already occupied.
Figures sat along the curved tiers, some in human form, others barely bothering to hide what they truly were.
Gods.
Things that had outlived names.
The moment Azrael stepped into the center, the murmurs faded.
Inna followed a step behind him, her gaze firmly on his back.
Azrael silently stood at the centre of them all, unfazed by their gaze.
His eyes took in all the people who were present.
And just as he expected, his brothers didn't show up, nor did the Primordial Beings.
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They said the Gods were created from the remains of the Creator God.
The flesh, blood, and bones.
Once a mortal got hold of any part of the Creator God… he could eat them to become a God.
The concepts that the Creator God set for himself were also applied to them.
