The hall, crowded by gods regulating each corner of the seven heavens, held its collective breath as the weight of anticipation weighed upon their divine forms. Beads of sweat shone on their foreheads, trickling down like droplets of dew under a scorching sun, but nobody dared to move. The tension in the room was palpable, thick, suffocating, and silent, as if the air itself was waiting for one command.