The orichalcum halls of Atlantis trembled under the weight of divine treasures as Adam's victorious army returned from their conquest of the Mesopotamian pantheon. Ifrit's flames danced around artifacts that sparkled with accumulated prayers, while Garduck's frame strained under the weight of golden statues. Maven's wings beat steadily as he carried relics that hummed with celestial power, each piece worth more than entire kingdoms.
The throne room erupted in celebration as Adam stepped through the great doors, Tiamat at his side. Her restored power radiated through the chamber—no longer the weakened goddess who had first chosen him, but something approaching her primordial majesty. The Worldshard hung at her hip, chaotic essence making the air shimmer with possibility.
