The neutral ground was an old temple ruin half-swallowed by forest and time, far from mortal cities and divine strongholds. Moonlight filtered through broken columns, casting long shadows across cracked marble floors where grass pushed through stone. It had once belonged to no single pantheon — a forgotten place where prayers from many tongues had echoed before the world moved on. Lucifer had chosen it deliberately. Neutral. Quiet. Heavy with the weight of forgotten history.
He stood at the center, black coat blending with the night, red eyes calm. Athena waited a short distance behind him, grey gaze sharp and calculating. Medusa leaned against a pillar, snakes restless but controlled. Khaos had chosen not to appear directly — her presence lingered in the air like an unspoken warning.
Cain arrived first.
