The golden throne room glowed with a celestial brilliance as I sank into the intricate carvings of the seat of dominion. My gaze, no longer mortal but alight with the timeless knowledge and might of a reborn goddess, swept across the chamber. The once modest hall now radiated grandeur, transformed into a sanctuary of power and awe.
I reclined against the throne’s cool metal, its strength cradling my divine presence, before turning my attention to the man who had been Ava’s father. His reverence and trembling fear stirred my satisfaction. “Reports,” I ordered, my voice carrying a harmonious mix of command and quiet amusement.
The man raised his head slowly, his eyes flickering with reverence. "Everything is proceeding as planned, my Goddess," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "Our f
