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Theia... Who was worshiped like a god once upon a time was standing in the middle of a majestic looking hall, with her head down.
Not too far from her, there was a majestic throne. Just the aura of that throne itself was stronger than Theia's aura, let alone the aura of the person who sat on that throne.
It was said that many Divine Beasts in the world were killed, just to get satisfactory materials to make the throne that could satisfy the person who was supposed to sit on it!
The throne's aura was like a violent torrent of energy. It was impossible for even Theia to look in the direction of the throne, without hurting her own soul!
She kept her head down, as if waiting for the man on the throne to speak something.