I paced back and forth in my chamber, the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very walls of the gods' domain held their collective breath. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
As I moved, memories of each god's departure replayed in my mind. Niam, usually composed and scholarly, had a furrowed brow and a distant look in his eyes as he bid me farewell. Brod, always jovial and boisterous, had been uncharacteristically quiet, his smile strained. Zane, known for his fiery temperament, had left with a clenched jaw and a flicker of worry in his eyes. And Jace, as serene as the sea itself, had worn a contemplative expression that hinted at deeper thoughts.
