Hall of judgment, God Realm
The Hall of Judgment felt different now.
Quieter.
Emptier.
Like a place that had forgotten it once housed gods.
Zane walked through the vast chamber with slow, casual steps, battle-torn white shirt hanging in ragged strips around him. Holes still marked where flames, ice, and wind had struck. He didn't bother fixing it. One hand rested in his pocket while the other held a skewer, steam still rising from the glazed meat as he took another bite.
Behind him, Eirenyssa followed, pulling more skewers from her dimensional pouch like a dutiful attendant at a festival rather than a battlefield. She handed him another without a word.
Zane chewed, eyes half-lidded, scanning the ruined hall as if searching for something he'd misplaced.
"Hmm," he muttered. "She's still here."
