As Orion leaves the facility, determination etched into his every step, God remains seated, his expression shifting to one of deep contemplation. The room falls silent, save for the faint hum of the containment field surrounding him.
He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, his eyes glowing faintly with thought.
God (to himself):
"Let’s see if I can arrange something. The other gods may still hold their grudges, but even they know when a balance has been tipped too far. If I can appeal to their sense of duty—or their pride—perhaps I can end this probation."
A faint smile plays at the corner of his lips as he considers the pieces on the cosmic chessboard.
God:
"I hope to stop Adam from getting himself killed, he gonna get earful from me a long overdue chat father and son. Now the least I can do is remind them all why we were gods in the first place."
The faint glow of his eyes intensifies for a moment before dimming again, and the scene fades to quiet stillness, the wheels of divine intervention now set in motion.
