A Gathering of Legends
The chamber pulsed with raw energy, a convergence of divine, demonic, and eldritch forces unlike anything the world had seen before. The strongest beings across various pantheons and supernatural factions stood side by side, their presences clashing subtly as they assessed one another.
As was expected, those who had met in the past exchanged pleasantries. Odin greeted Zeus with a hearty laugh, the two recalling their ancient rivalry. Shiva gave a respectful nod to Raegon, recognizing the primal power of the dragon. Lucifer and Michael shared a tense glance but remained civil, their long-standing conflict momentarily set aside for this unprecedented meeting.
Yet, as the conversations continued, Zeus's sharp gaze settled on Orunmila, who stood calmly beside Samuel. The king of Olympus furrowed his brows, tilting his head as if searching his vast memory for recognition.
"And who might you be?" Zeus asked, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "I've heard some minor rumors, but nothing of substance."
Orunmila met Zeus's gaze but remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Seeing no immediate response, Zeus continued, his tone turning slightly mocking. "Strange. Gods are not meant to hide—unless, of course, they are powerless." He smirked, allowing his words to linger in the air.
Orunmila remained silent.
His lack of response made the room shift uncomfortably. The unspoken assumption was clear—if his pantheon remained hidden for so long, then surely, they were weak.
But then—
Samuel stepped forward. His golden eyes locked onto Zeus with unwavering authority. "Enough." His voice cut through the chamber like a blade, making even the strongest beings pay attention.
Zeus raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Samuel continued.
"You assume they hide because they are powerless," Samuel said, his tone firm but calm. "But the truth is the exact opposite. The gods of the Yoruba pantheon do not interfere in worldly matters because they have no need to. Every god in their pantheon has already reached the limit of their divinity."
Silence.
The weight of Samuel's words dropped like an anvil, sending shockwaves through the chamber. Even the strongest among them, beings who had long thought themselves at the pinnacle, found themselves stunned.
Michael narrowed his eyes, his mind rapidly processing the implications. Odin's grip on his staff tightened. Even Shiva, the most enlightened among them, raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
Zeus let out a scoff, but there was no laughter in it. "Limit? You mean to say they have attained full control over their respective divinities?"
"Yes," Samuel confirmed, his voice absolute. "And some, like Orunmila, have reached the limit in more than one divine authority."
The revelation struck like a divine thunderclap.
To reach the limit of a divinity meant complete and utter mastery over it. It was an achievement akin to being a primordial—though only within a single sector, it was still a status that set a god apart from all others.
For countless eons, gods had vied for supremacy within their respective domains, each struggling to refine their control over their divinity. The mere notion that an entire pantheon had multiple gods who had achieved this level was nothing short of terrifying.
A realization dawned upon them.
Those who attained the highest level of enlightenment in a divinity could hinder the progress of lesser gods in that domain. The fact that all gods here had improved over time meant only one thing—the Yoruba pantheon had allowed them to keep progressing.
And if the Yoruba gods had that power… what else were they capable of?
Shiva, who had the highest attainment in the gathering, had only reached ninety-nine percent in his divine domain. Yet now, they had learned of a pantheon where every high-level god had maxed out their divinity.
Zeus paled slightly.
His usual arrogance wavered, and he straightened his posture. "I may have spoken too quickly," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "I meant no disrespect."
There was a brief silence before Zeus did something unexpected—he bowed his head slightly. A minor gesture, but from Zeus, it was an acknowledgment.
Orunmila, in his wisdom, understood the significance. He nodded in acceptance, his expression unchanged. "Apology accepted."
The gods exhaled, tension easing for a brief moment.
But then—
Their attention shifted to the being standing behind Orunmila.
A god whose mere presence radiated fire and thunder—energies so overwhelming that the space around him trembled. His every breath seemed to ripple with untapped destruction.
It was Sango.
Zeus instinctively extended his divine senses to measure the power within him.
And yet—he sensed nothing.
A cold realization crept into Zeus's mind. There was only one reason he couldn't sense Sango's divinity—Sango's attainment was higher than his own.
For the first time in ages, Zeus felt a shiver run down his spine.
Samuel's voice broke the silence once more. "I know what you're all thinking." His golden gaze swept across the room. "The Yoruba pantheon only has twenty high-level gods. But each of them has reached the maximum level of their divinity."
He let the words sink in before delivering the final blow.
"They are not to be taken lightly."
The gods, kings, and monsters present could no longer suppress their emotions.
A single god at maximum divinity could dominate an entire osteon—the collective supernatural factions of a realm.
But an osteon where every single high-level god had reached their peak?
It was unprecedented. Terrifying. Unbelievable.
The weight of the revelation was so immense that the gods in attendance made a silent vow.
No one.
Absolutely no one would dare offend the Yoruba pantheon.
And when they returned to their respective realms, they would make sure their followers understood this as well.
Lest they bring about their own destruction.
The Yoruba pathoen was one of the things Samuel has unknowingly brought to light. The gods who had thoughts of world domination never knew there was a large knife hanging above their head. They secretly thanked Samuel for bringing this to light before they did anything drastic.
They all waited to see what else had been hidden for a long time