In the grand chamber known as the Hall of Eternity, a place reserved only for the twelve Overlords of the Heavens, tension filled the air. The seats, each formed from celestial marble and inscribed with runes of unimaginable power, were now occupied by the most powerful beings across all planes. A heavy silence hung over them, broken only by the tapping of fingers and the restless shifting of powerful figures who were not accustomed to feeling vulnerable.
"Good riddance, I thought you all would never make it, even when the Plane is in crisis," the man from earlier remarked, his voice laced with impatience as his eyes swept over the figures now taking their seats. His sharp gaze was full of annoyance, the corner of his mouth twitching as if barely suppressing a scowl.
