You emerge into the night of Khovros, some distance from the city. The gods must have wanted the portal's appearance to remain unobserved.
The doorway vanishes behind you, leaving you on a moonlit road. You turn to see Doria at your side. Her eyes are still wide with wonder and fear.
"What did you make of my gods?" you ask Doria.
"That for all their power," Doria observes, "they are very much like us."
You have several less congenial observations to share about the gods, of course—but before you speak, you recall that you are likely being observed by their invisible servants.
You say…