[The Infinite Pantheon]
A place that existed on no known plane, suspended between time and nothingness. A colossal coliseum, erected around an abyss of pure light, where the fabric of reality shimmered like a liquid mirror.
There, every stand was made of celestial gold and divine obsidian. Each column supported not only the roof, but entire eons of faith and worship. Thousands of ancient languages echoed in chants, and the air vibrated with the force of countless immortal presences.
Gods.
All of them.
From all worlds, planes, and realms—from the creators of stars to the patrons of war and death.
Entities that ruled the sea, fire, fate, and chaos. Some were made of flesh and energy. Others, of pure concept without appearance, and of course, those famous ones with beautiful appearances that shocked mortals who saw them.
And yet, they were all there—gathered for a single purpose: to observe what was to come.
A heavy murmur rippled through the stands like a living wave.
