In the realm of the gods, the sky never darkens. Golden light shines from every direction, giving the illusion of eternal peace untouched by time. But beneath the grandeur, something rotten had begun to grow.
The goddess who once helped Sylvia open a portal the one who welcomed her with a warm smile and sweet words now shed her mask. The softness in her face vanished, replaced by eyes as cold as frozen gems. Before the other gods seated in a circular row of thrones, she stepped into the center of the room.
The golden light, usually warm and comforting, now felt like knives piercing from every angle.
"At last... she's returned to her world," the goddess said with a voice now filled with arrogance. "And those mortal races… they've begun to put their hopes in her, even though she's the one who caused the zombie outbreak in their world. Truly, what foolish creatures."
