The conference had reached a dead end. A heavy silence blanketed the grand chamber, where even the air seemed reluctant to move. No one knew what to say or do next.
"So no one has a brilliant idea?" the Demon God asked grimly, his voice echoing off the ancient stone walls. His narrowed eyes swept the room, visibly displeased by the lack of response.
"I do have a plan," the Celestial King said, stepping forward. "It's one I've laid out for a while now. The fruits have yet to ripen, but if they do... our chances of success will be very high."
The others straightened in their seats.
"What's the plan? Let's hear it," asked the elf who served as a vessel for the World Tree. Her tone was skeptical but curious.
