At the divine palace of Goddess Seraphina, panic swept through the radiant halls like wildfire.
The celestial air, once serene and filled with quiet hymns, now trembled with anxiety as attendants whispered in dread.
The cause of their fear was simple and unthinkable—Seraphina had used divine power to curse a mortal.
One brave attendant stepped forward, her voice shaking.
"Your Grace… there was no need for someone as divine and exalted as you to lower yourself to curse a mortal. Such actions—"CRASH"—could invite retaliation from the other gods. They will see this as a breach of the sacred law.""
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Seraphina's eyes glowed with growing fury, the golden light of her form flickering with unstable divinity. She stood slowly from her throne, her aura suffocating.
With a cold wave of her hand, the attendants were reduced to nothing but glowing ash, their prayers silenced in an instant.
