While the familiar sound of bickering echoed from the sky—Ishtar's sharp tongue clashing once again with Sif's measured but cutting responses—a more subdued but equally significant gathering was taking place in the ethereal sky that existed beyond mortal perception.
High above the Colosseum, in a dimension where time moved differently and space bent to divine will, the viewing platforms materialized like gossamer bridges of starlight. Here, gods could observe the mortal realm without interference, their presence masked from both human eyes and the rigid laws that governed divine intervention.
Amaterasu Omikami had chosen a position near the eastern edge of the platform, where the ethereal light naturally gathered around her like captured sunbeams. Her radiant presence was impossible to ignore—black hair that seemed to flow endlessly, eyes that held the warmth and intensity of the midday sun, and robes that shimmered between deep orange and brilliant yellow with every movement.
