Five hundred years passed swiftly as the beings of the Ineffable Pantheon had either been busy… or busy with too much pleasure.
Currently, inside the Sacred Dimension, everyone was gathered inside the Palace at the center of every universe.
The grand central hall was alive with warmth and soft laughter.
The massive circular table was covered with food, wine, and glowing fruits.
Ash sat at the head, relaxed in his usual baggy black clothes, one arm draped casually around Persephone while Nia leaned against his other side.
Around the table, the family was scattered in comfortable chaos.
Seraphiel sat with a gentle glow, her hand resting on her swollen belly.
She was only four hundred eighty years away from giving birth... and it wasn't just her either.
Yonna lounged nearby, her own belly noticeably rounded — she was a thousand years along, yet still moved with that untamed, athletic grace.
