[System Alert: Divine Conclave Initiated]
You are not an invited guest. You are the topic of judgment.
Outcome Possibilities: Ascension | Erasure | Rebellion
Location: Celestial Arena – Outside Time
Selene stood barefoot on marble forged from starlight.
Around her, gods sat in thrones of light, blood, ice, ash, bone. Watching. Judging.
At the center: a burning seat of pure flame—
The Throne of Anomalies.
Unclaimed for ten thousand years.
"State your identity," the blindfolded god commanded.
Selene met his gaze without flinching.
"Selene Virellia. Mortal-born. System-marked. Goddess-forged."
The wind trembled.
Kaelion Arrives
He forced his way into the realm — uninvited, unblessed.
"Let her speak," he roared. "You judged her once and burned her for it. This time, you'll listen."
The gods turned to him.
But Selene didn't.
She never needed rescuing.
Lucien Appears
He materialized like a whisper in flame.
Not smiling.
Not mocking.
Just… watching.
And for the first time, even he looked uncertain.
"She was always more than a goddess," he murmured. "She was the spark that made us all burn."
The Verdict Begins
Twelve gods stood.
Each one whispered a word:
"Unnatural."
"Flawed."
"Dangerous."
"Divine."
"Necessary."
But the last one — the god of endings — stepped forward.
And placed something in her hand.
A crown of fire and ice. Half-formed. Still choosing its shape.
"You are what we feared," he said.
"Now show us if we were right."
Final Scene
Selene looked at the crown.
Then at Kaelion.
Then Lucien.
And then—
She crushed the crown in her hand.
The divine flames exploded outward, rewriting the sky.
"I won't take your throne," she said.
"I'll build my own."
And as the Conclave shattered around her—
The war for the new age began.