With a sudden and violent explosion, the barrier that had sealed the room was shattered into a thousand glittering shards. Through the smoke and debris emerged a being of immense power - a rogue god, unbound and unrestrained.
Floating effortlessly in mid-air, the god cast a cold, appraising gaze over the room, taking in the ragtag group of magicians who had dared to oppose her. She chuckled darkly, savoring the moment of triumph, relishing the fear and desperation etched on their faces. All, that is, except for one.
Siverra, the self-appointed mediator, stood his ground, unfazed by the god's sudden appearance. He stepped forward, holding up a hand in a gesture of peace.
"So, there were some magician pests left.." the god sneered, her voice filled with contempt.
"Before we go any further, let's talk," Siverra said, his tone calm and measured.
"Talk? What's there to talk about?" the god spat, her eyes flashing with anger.
