"Greetings to you all," the two demigods of Reflection said in unison, their voices filled with a palpable sense of relief and enthusiasm. They could feel the immense, suffocating auras of the five newcomers and knew the tide had turned.
"Greetings," the demigods of Sunny replied, their voices a calm chorus of purpose.
"It's time for us to hunt the hunters," Loki declared with a wicked grin. In a flicker of movement, his form dissolved, not into shadow, but into something impossibly small.
He became a single, harmless microbe, shooting off into the forest and vanishing completely, a patient assassin waiting for the play to begin.
Nova stepped forward, her humanoid form radiating an impatient power. She took a deep breath and let out a roar.
