Twenty four hours in the physical world translated to nearly four months inside the game engine. Rubedo utilized this temporal gap to shift his focus away from the eastern canyons. He tapped the crystal console to activate the Omniscient Eye, projecting a live visual feed of Valerius onto the primary monitor.
Valerius stood inside a grand colosseum carved from petrified coral and dark basalt. The neutral meeting ground hosted the highest ranking Native Gods of the neighboring hemispheres.
Aegir, the Lord of the Abyssal Trenches, lounged on a throne of woven pearls. Ignis-Vael, the Scourge of the Twelfth Continent, loomed beside him draped in cooling magma.
"I advise you to leave the Seventeenth Continent alone," Valerius stated while holding his palms open to placate the ancient deities. "The new Sovereign is highly competent and fully armed. His Vanguard commands an industrial infrastructure we cannot breach."
