Rachel sat at the head of the long wooden table inside the main hall of Muscle God Island.
Across from her sat the leaders of the four God Clans.
Raviel Revalis sat straight, hands resting calmly on the table.
Beside him was Aveline Avenora, posture elegant as always.
On the other side, Vargan Vulkran leaned back heavily in his chair, arms crossed.
While Sarona Shivera sat upright with her usual cold composure.
Vargan broke the silence first.
"So," he said loudly, tapping his fingers against the table, "do you know when Garion is finished?"
His voice carried through the room easily. "It's been eleven months."
Sarona nodded slowly. "He met us once after we officially became God Clans and reorganized the six islands."
Vargan also added, "After that, he returned to the central island and hasn't stepped out since. Eleven months is not short."
He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. "What is he even doing in there? Cultivating? Building something? Tearing reality apart?"
