A gathering involving all seven gods — something that had not occurred since the birth of existence itself.
The great halls of the Celestial Order trembled beneath the convergence of divinity. Seven thrones stood suspended between light and void.
Astreon, God of Null.
Veyra, Goddess of Fate.
Kaelor, God of Weeping Stars.
Nyxiel, God of Souls.
Drosen, God of Renewal.
Lioren, God of the Forgotten.
Ryeon, God of the Moon and Sun.
Their collective voices shook creation.
"What have you done, Appolyth?"
The chains that held her pulsed with divine fire, embedding deep into her fading flesh. Each link bore the sigils of the seven.
"You have gone against your very existence," thundered Astreon, his voice hollow as collapsing worlds.
"You have rebelled against order,"hissed Veyra, threads of fate snapping in her tone.
"And worst of all…"said Nyxiel, voice dark and cruel, "you have defied us."
The hall dimmed, every light suffocated by the weight of judgment.
Lioren, the Forgotten One, remained silent — his gaze alone was enough to erase thought. His shadow fell long and heavy across the broken form that once shone brighter than dawn.
Bound by divine chains carved into her soul, Appolyth stirred.
Her hollow eyes lifted toward Lioren's throne, and in a tone devoid of emotion, she whispered—
"I have done nothing wrong... only protected my creation."
The chamber stilled.
The gods did not answer.
And somewhere in the silence— the first crack in Heaven's order was born