A large structure, that appeared like someone wanted to put marble into a japanese-style temple, sat upon a set of branches which calmly rose from the infinite sea. Each branch larger than any [World Tree] known by any mortal - even those that supported the structure of entire realms with their roots. Its vibrant leaves seemed to shine more brightly than any sun.

Holding a seemingly ending series of secrets hidden between its xylem; yet that temple was so large that it managed to make the tree far smaller by comparison.

The inside of the temple had to be large enough to therefore fit entire gas giants within its halls - a rather understandable situation when one considers those who found passage through them. Afterall… It was the gods that belonged to {The Pantheon of the Endless Knot} which called this place their meeting place.

What many may find strange was the fact that streams of smoke rose up from the depths of that seemingly bottomless watery void. Only a certain group of people who were welcome here would dare to actually question the appearance of this place. That ‘group of people’ being some “small” names that were only welcome when a scheduled meeting was supposed to be taking place.

Said list of names being Munzumira, Violet, Sohn-Tochter, Photon and Leviathan being the only ones who would dare raise a question. They weren’t the only one to come to that summit, being a meeting between topplers to try to balance the power between Archons & their pantheons, but others wouldn’t dare to challenge the obvious owner of this place. No matter how impressive a Toppler could claim to be; what was a king to a god?

And what was a god… To the {True God}?

Thinking about how emptier the next summit would be brought a smile to that woman’s face. A smile she needed considering how poorly and honestly embarrassing things had went down in {Gensis}. Slowly walking through the halls - letting out that iconic “ohohoho” she had picked up - caused a gigantic god of earth & fire to hastily dive out of her way. Seemingly afraid that even getting in her ‘line of sight’ would cause her to reprimand him.

Thankfully she paid no heed to the god, treating him with less respect than other gods would show a mortal, as she instead crossed her arms behind her back with that same warm smile.

“If only that pesky bastard would attend the summit… Then I wouldn’t be forced to plan out such drastic measures to lure him out. At least this will let me prune the weed that is the {Demon Realm}; thus preventing them from getting any stronger. All that in good time - for now I need a good bath before doing what needs to be done.” <Mother>

Although she sounded & appeared as cheery as always, it was hard to miss her left hand slowly drift forward, resting her palm on her sheathed swords. As if it were a gentle reminder that she certainly wasn’t the all forgiving god she often presented herself to be. At the end of the day; she knew herself to be a usurp & wasn’t about to be usurped herself.

<If I give an inch they’ll all take a lightyear - I do not intend to be the next Atlas - nobody but uncle can be trusted to protect my moms precious mortals after all.>

With such a thought, she stepped into the ‘bathing house’ section of the temple, being welcomed by what seemed like the usual changing room. Around the place there were countless guards who were garbed like shinto priestesses with their faces completely covered, however an aura unique to a dragon radiated from each of them. A seemingly unthinkable scene due to how rare dragons were; even the most famous dragon clans didn’t have this number or level of strength. Each dragon easily being stronger than the very gigantic god who Mother walked by.

One even stepped forward to take Mother’s cloak from her body while others helped disrobe their master with extreme efficiency.

The goddess didn’t even seem to notice their actions - completely used to the presence of these divine-level dragons despite her apparent hatred of dragons as a whole - soon finding herself completely within her birthday suit. Even the hat on her head was gone.

“Remind Sierra to come into the hall so I can hear the report about her failure; do not forget to tell her that I need not hear excuses but instead solutions.” <Mother>

“It will be done, matriarch.” <Divine Dragon>

All those dragons kowtowed without an ounce of the arrogance their race was known for. Mother didn’t even turn to them though (instead soon heading inside the bathhouse) instantly being met with the thick volcanic ash that made seeing where was impossible. Of course, that had little effect on Mother who didn’t even use her eyes to ‘see’, she just expertly navigated through as if there was nothing wrong.

In truth - there was nothing wrong.

It only made sense that this ash would come into being as manga coursed through the basin which the goddess soon found herself dipping into. There was not an ounce of pain on her face - as her body was enveloped by the molten divine rock that coursed into the room  through an oaken root - but quite the opposite as she soon let out a sigh. Her massive bosom sat atop the surface with her brow visibly relaxed as if she was in the highest quality onsen.

Letting that thick veil of cinders fill her lungs; taking a deep breath to ensure every inch of her airway was filled with its burning glory.

She didn’t bother hurrying even as she heard a knock on the door that no doubt signaled that everything was being set up as she intended. Opening her eyes for once in a very long time, even looking down at her own body, only to have her vision filled with her titanic bosom. Her hands drifted across those floating fun bags while giving a playful massage that caused another long sigh to pass out her plump lips.

“Where are you, uncle Tyrant?” <Mother>

Unknowingly she muttered the name of her teacher; an action that seemingly filled her with energy once more. Using her hands to rest against the back of her bath - pushing herself out the magma with usual yet understandable ease. A pulse of energy caused the lingering heat to leave her flesh which she followed by closing her eyes once more. Stepping into the changing room resulted in her being beset on all sides by those loyal dragonesses who quickly put her clothes back on.

Still she couldn’t be bothered to walk through those halls again thus reality seemingly began to crack around her until it exploded. By the time reality healed she was already gone from the bathhouse and instead found herself sitting upon a throne with her legs crossed. Laxidazely watching some young gods argue below about her lack of presence without realising how little they mattered to her.

“Is this the kind of behaviour the leader of a pantheon should have?”
“You are not in a position to question her behaviour.”
“I was the emperor of the greatest intergalactic empire when I was-”

Sick of watching the fools argue to motioned to another of her dragon subjects (who was just patiently sitting on the floor beside her throne just like many others) resulting in the dragon rising. Without a moment of hesitation they clapped their heads together resulting in a serpent made from water shooting out to bind that god. Lifting them up into the sky as Mother just slovenly supported her head using one of the arms of her gaudy golden throne.

Still she presented that warm motherly smile, not minding the scene of that god being thrown through the doors after having his body crushed by the snake, just laughing merrily.

“It seems we had quite the batch of rowdy youngsters join us during my last sleep ohohoho~? Allow me to extend a warm welcome to you all but I’m afraid I have little time to deal with pleasantries when it comes to the younger generation. Now Sierra, please step forward and… Tell me how you failed.” <Mother>

With the room now completely silent; only the sound of Mother’s finger tapping that out of place throne echoed throughout the gigantic hall.

In front of her were countless gods of different heights and sizes yet one thing kept them united. Each one of them found themselves rising up to godhood through the {Mortal Realm} only to learn that becoming a god meant being a slightly larger flee.

Thankfully for them, that familiar paladin that always followed behind Mother stepped forward with her head held low, clearly disappointed in herself.

“I am sorry… Like a fool I let my guard down which resulted in me being ambushed by Artemis, Chokin-Bako and even Chaos…” <Sierra>

“Hmm… Well, no matter, they were more likely interested in the place for the child than they were for the body of my little Eel so we actually gain a little. I believe both those factions will seek to protect that place even in the coming war - as such it is actually safer to keep the body there. That entire continent will likely be turned into a somewhat safe zone since it is important to rearing their young.” <Mother>

“What… What about my new sister?” <Sierra>

Although the paladin asked innocently she was met with the cold gaze of Mother once she lifted her head up to look toward her.

“Take the opportunity of the coming war to remove her.” <Mother>

That obviously shocked Sierra quite a bit, as well as the surrounding gods, not even their recent reminder seemed hefty enough to break through their befuddlement. One even took the risk to step forward (if with a cold sweat down their back) before he began to ask in the least aggressive way he could.

“I have witnessed but I believe we need to raise the question of a possible successor to your throne as we can’t help worrying about the lack of a true-blood descendent. Would this not be the perfect opportunity to claim one; even if she has demonic blood inside of her it just means more opportunity. With a descendent you would also finally be able to step down even if just for a moment and-”

*click*

Without a change in expression Mother raised her hand to click her fingers; the result of that simple action being that thousands of chains broke through into reality to coil around the unlucky god. Others obviously were shocked by their leader's lack of patience yet - at the same time - were used to her enough to know when to retreat completely from a topic. Regardless, she decided to actually respond to their worries.

“I too thought the same as all of you, but that is the problem with Lucifer, her bloodline is actually that of three bloodlines yet mixed into one bloodline. Usually that only appears as maybe some child being a bit better with a sword than average which I naively thought this child would be. Instead she ended up strongly inheriting what belonged to the beast…” <Mother>

“A-are you sure it’s good to mention her true name?” <Sierra>

“Relax girl, she’s weakened herself due to boredom so likely wouldn’t have heard it. Not to mention that isn’t even her full name so it hardly works as a summoning.” <Mother>

Letting those chains release the god - Mother waved away Sierra's concern while lifting herself up in her chair to appear a bit more serious.

“We should instead focus on preparing for when the Spirits & Demons clash…” <Mother>