7 Pantheons, One Room

"Where is the Entity? Our world is being destroyed at this very moment."

Odir sat at the round table with his head lowered, his usually proud expression nowhere to be seen. "Many people have already died. We couldn't even protect the world we were supposed to guard."

Calean remained seated with his arms crossed, his expression strangely calm despite the situation. "I'm not exactly the helping type of pantheon, but I did use my descendants to deal with those strange, small green individuals with absurd speed, as well as those towering creatures, and even with my superior descendants, I only managed to kill a few."

Olium suddenly stood up and slammed his hand against the table. "The demonic forces are beginning to be wiped out as well! The humans, lizardmen, elves, dwarfs, and griffons are barely holding on, while the artifact bearers couldn't even withstand a single attack from those creatures."