"Emma did well," Ash said softly, his reddish-purple eyes gazing down at the glowing capital of the Veloran Empire below.
The city stretched out beneath them like a living masterpiece — elegant spires of white stone and crimson accents rising gracefully into the sky.
There were wide marble streets filled with people moving about their day, floating gardens drifting between buildings like living clouds, and rivers of liquid divinity weaving through the landscape like veins of power.
It felt purposeful, alive, as though the land itself had been woven seamlessly into the city's design, made to support and uplift those who called it home.
And that was exactly what it had been.
A Pantheon, after all, was never just a faction—it was a collection of beings united in pursuit of a singular vision.
Their aim was always the same: to expand and to make Pantheos greater. Not everyone here were Creators, of course; there were many roles to fill in such a grand endeavor.
