The God Chat, once a chaotic river of speculation and hope, was now a silent, desolate landscape of shattered pride. Halios's desperate plea to join the Pantheon hung in the air, unanswered by the God it was addressed to. Instead, it was Zir who delivered the final, crushing verdict.
Zir: "Not happening. The Boss already said it was a one-time offer. You all had your chance. Now, you can only pray your demigods don't die."
A wave of humiliation and rage washed over the independent Gods. They lashed out, their messages a torrent of accusations. They lectured Cosmos on humanity, on fairness, on the privilege he should be granting them. Their goal was simple and transparent: if you can't get what you want through strength, try to get it through emotional blackmail.
