While the world outside sang with laughter, firelight, and song, hidden within the folds of a secret dimension beyond Asgard, and even beyond the fragile threads of mortal comprehension, four gods sat in silence.
The air was dim, painted in muted hues of violet and gold, with faint ripples of divine energy weaving through the stillness like smoke.
There was a rather simple chamber, not because its residents lacked power or authority for a more grand one, but because their power was too vast to need ornamentation.
A round obsidian table stood at the center, upon which four silver goblets rested, each filled with shimmering crimson wine that seemed to reflect the constellations of a thousand skies.
Hades, Odin, Nyx, and Hecate sat together, their faces calm, but the atmosphere around them was solemn and serious, completely unlike to the festive and bright atmosphere outside of this realm.
After a long pause, it was Odin who broke the silence.
