It was not so often that the three gods who ruled the underworld realm gathered together for two days in a row.
These circumstances were unusual and the reapers who knew about it were quick to share their suspicions with others.
The biggest guess for most, was that it had to do with the small world competitions of this year.
Was something about them meant to change? Would the worlds be increased? Or perhaps it was the number of invitations.
The gods were unfazed by all the rumours because they were quite sure that their secret was well hidden.
This same secret had brought them together, closer in a way that they had not been in the last ten centuries.
They were in the palace of the god of death, a place that was not frequented by reapers.
It was the biggest of all places in the underworld and unlike the others, it was above the skies as if it was in a separate world.
