Pantheon Underground Base
"Look who's finally back." Wukong scoffed, eyes pinned on the entrance of the meeting room.
Loki strode in purposefully, donned in a silk robe with starry crystals adorned all over it. They grinned from ear to ear as their eyes flicked between every member of the pantheon gathered around the table.
"Aw, Wukong." Loki drawled. "You should've at least called if you missed me so much."
"Fuck off, Psycho."
"Someone's more uptight than usual," the lord of chaos made themselves comfortable on a chair, crossing one leg over the other. "What did I miss?"
It was Yemoja's turn to show agitation. "While the rest of us racked our heads and went all out searching for that accursed void entity," she squinted hard at them. "You were out in Aurelia city doing gods knows what."
"I was on a mission, dear Yemoja."
"One that was surely lacking compared to what the rest of us had to face." Yemoja's voice rose. "Speaking of which—did you at least succeed?"
