Meanwhile…
The usually beautifully clear skies are full of black clouds that rumble with anger. The birds and creatures that typically flutter through the air or roam through the enchanted forest are in hiding, too afraid to show themselves. The bright and fragrant flowers that bloom all around the land wilt without the vitalizing rays of the sun, instead basking in the darkness, absorbing the desolation. The realm of Ephion is in an uproar. The gods and goddesses all bicker between themselves. It feels like Eris has unleashed her chaos here, but that is impossible. No god or goddess can use their power against other deities unless she has found a loophole.
I stand in the center of the Amphitheater, looking at the faces of my brothers and sisters, hoping that they hear my plea and take u
