These figures seated upon the thrones were indeed gods, each one emanating a unique aura that set them apart. They represented the very elements and forces of nature, their presence a testament to their divine authority.
Crystalwing stood up, addressing Svarog with unwavering determination, though the inherent respect for the god was evident in his tone. "May I inquire as to who placed a Soul Watcher on a mortal?" His words carried a weight that conveyed his purpose.
Svarog, who had always shown patience towards such inquiries, was now confronted by a question he couldn't ignore. He listened intently, his fiery gaze focused on the Guardian.
[How dare you-] Geb began to interject, but he was silenced by the stern look Svarog cast upon him.
"Shut up, Geb," Svarog commanded, making it clear that this was a matter of great importance.
Simultaneous sighs of relief escaped from the lips of the other gods, relieved that the interruption was quelled.
