Luna's expression grew serious, the playful seduction vanishing entirely. What remained was pure divine authority tempered by genuine concern.
"You are caught in the machinations of a Great One," she said simply. "I cannot speak "His" true name, such knowledge is forbidden even to beings of my rank, but "He" is one of only five Great Ones known to exist among all the Gods."
Finn's mask remained impassive, but his mind raced. That was the same existence whose gaze had killed thousands in the desert settlement. The being whose presence alone had made even his divinity feel like a candle before the sun.
"To understand what that means for you," Luna continued, "you must first understand how Gods are ranked."
She gestured, and moonlight coalesced into a shimmering diagram in the air between them, forming into four distinct tiers arranged vertically.
