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Within a dark space atop the very skies of the world, several figures sat down around a large table. All of them were glowing with bright auras of elemental energies, and they seemed filled with antiquity and wisdom.
Even though they all looked like they were of different ages, they were all just as old as one another… perhaps, some were older though.
And those that were older… were actually the ones that looked the youngest.
Despite this discrepancy, these figures, all these dozens of figures, looked at a single figure within the table.
Many of them were in factions.
Despite how powerful they were individually, there was always someone stronger than them. The selected group of the strongest of them made groups, factions, or, as others called them, Pantheons.
These figures were… of course, the 86 Gods of the world.
Such mystical figures of incredible wisdom that had seemingly created and shaped a world by themselves…
