RE:PANTHEONS

Liam slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually becoming clear. Almost immediately, he noticed a familiar smell, one that reminded him of a burning candle, before the surroundings finally came into focus.

In front of him stood the familiar round table, its beautiful and intricate structure stretching across the darkness. Beneath his hands, he felt something solid and cold, and when he looked down, he realized that he was sitting upon his throne.

"This is the Council of Pantheons..."

It took several minutes of nothing but staring into the darkness before everything finally began to sink in. The memories of what had happened, the Fourth Evolution, the other Evolutions, and the destruction he had witnessed all returned to him.

"System." He said it almost out of habit.

A familiar window appeared before him, but instead of the usual system interface, a string of incomprehensible characters covered the screen.