In the center of the hall hangs a gigantic crystal chandelier, amidst which hundreds of decree runes interweave to radiate powerful energy ripples, erecting an impregnable holy shield for the entire realm.
When David stepped into the hall with the heavy and guilt-laden ancient secret contract slab, the room instantly fell silent.
A gathering of dignified and solemn gods, their expressions full of skepticism and apprehension, assembled. Some furrowed their brows deep in thought, others listened attentively, each face reflecting a complex and painful recognition of the chaotic future.
A silver-haired priestess, ancient yet radiating majesty, stepped forward, her voice low but each word resonant: "The Zero Plans have run rampant for years, the order across realms teeters on the brink, and we never realized there were dirty dealings within.
This secret contract has thoroughly overturned our trust and destroyed far too much dignity of life."
