Ouranos rose from his seat, the faint creak of ancient stone echoing through the chamber as he straightened to his full height.
His expression remained composed, but there was a finality in his tone now—measured and firm.
"This meeting is concluded," he declared, his voice carrying clearly across the hall. "Zamasu's presence remains unusual, but no immediate threat has been identified. We will continue to observe and evaluate."
His eyes swept across the others in the room. "Freya. Loki. Thank you for your time. You are dismissed."
Without another word, Ouranos leaned back against his throne, the decision made.
Freya stood smoothly, her silver hair catching the light as she offered a small nod of acknowledgment. Ottar, ever silent, fell into step behind her like a shadow.
Loki let out a soft yawn, stretching her arms lazily above her head before nudging Finn with her elbow. Riveria, expression unreadable, simply turned to follow.
Fels stepped forward from his place near the base of the platform. "I will escort you out," he said simply.
Zamasu nodded once and joined the small procession without protest.
He found himself walking alongside some of the most powerful figures in Orario—gods, captains, and warriors of legendary reputation—yet none of them spoke as they moved through the stone corridor.
The air was quieter beyond the audience chamber, the thick weight of divine attention left behind. Fels led the group with efficient, unhurried steps, his cloak trailing slightly behind him as his masked face pointed straight ahead.
Behind him, the gods and their entourages followed in an uneasy silence.
Freya occasionally glanced at Zamasu, her expression thoughtful, while Loki whispered something sarcastic under her breath to Finn, drawing a quiet sigh from Riveria.
As they moved further down the passage, Ganesha remained behind, still speaking quietly with Ouranos—his booming voice muted now by the chamber's heavy stone walls.
Eventually, the corridor opened into a broader hallway leading toward the Tower's public levels. Fels slowed, then turned slightly to the group. "This is where we part ways. You'll find your own paths from here."
The footsteps of the group echoed softly down the grand corridor of the Tower of Babel as Fels walked away.
Zamasu continued walking calmly, surrounded by some of the most powerful individuals in Orario: gods, top-tier adventurers, and one mysterious undead mage.
Yet he seemed unaffected by the weight of their presence, his white toga fluttering with each step, silver earrings gently swaying.
Loki, of course, wasn't about to let that last.
She strutted up beside him, red eyes practically gleaming with mischief. "Hey, hey, silver boy—lemme get this straight. You ain't got a god, ain't got a falna, and you still took a stroll all the way down to the fifteenth floor?"
Zamasu didn't answer. He glanced at her briefly, then looked ahead again.
Loki grinned wider. "Heh, don't gotta say nothin'. That look tells me everything. You're the real damn deal."
She leaned in with a smirk. "So, whaddaya say? How 'bout you ditch the lone wolf act and join my Familia?"
Zamasu didn't respond, but Loki was already on a roll.
"I ain't just throwin' that out there for fun. Loki Familia's the top damn crew in this whole city. You got Riveria, Finn, Bete—even Lefiya when she's not cryin' in the corner. We've got the best facilities, the best trainers, and the best damn booze if that's your thing."
She jabbed a thumb toward herself. "And me? I'm a goddess who actually gives a damn. I don't run my Familia like a prison, yeah? You wanna go off and train by yourself, explore the Dungeon, whatever—I don't chain my kids down."
Still no response.
Loki huffed. "Man, you're one quiet bastard. That mysterious thing you've got goin'? Kinda hot, not gonna lie. But I ain't just makin' heart-eyes here—I'm serious. You join us, you'll be stronger than ever. Real support. Real familia. And yeah, you gotta pull your weight, but lookin' at you, I don't think that's gonna be a problem."
Zamasu looked at her with a calm, neutral stare. It wasn't hostile—but it wasn't interest either.
Loki clicked her tongue. "Tch. Tough crowd."
Behind them, soft footsteps approached, and a calm, elegant voice joined the conversation.
"Or… you could join my Familia."
Loki groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. "Oh, come on, not you too!"
Freya walked up, her expression composed and serene, eyes locked on Zamasu like a hawk on prey. Ottar followed behind her, silent as ever.
"You are unlike anyone I've seen before." Freya said, her voice soft, sultry. "Your strength and s-aura… it's utterly captivating. Not like the others—no, you shine so brightly…"
Her voice got softer towards the end.
Zamasu turned slightly toward her but remained silent.
"You don't belong under someone's thumb," Freya continued. "You need space to grow. To discover yourself without distraction or noise. My Familia will give you that."
Loki muttered under her breath, "Tch.Here we go…"
Freya ignored her completely. "You'd have protection, resources, privacy. I wouldn't interfere with your choices. I only ask that you accept my guidance."
She motioned to Ottar. "He's my captain. The strongest adventurer in Orario. He chose to grow in peace. You would be free to do the same."
Zamasu's eyes briefly flicked to Ottar, who gave a simple nod.
Loki snorted. "Oh yeah, real peaceful—right up until she gets bored and throws your ass away."
Freya remained serene. "This isn't about me. It's about him."
Zamasu stood quietly, arms folded, listening to both of them. Loki's pitch was fiery, full of camaraderie and power. Freya's was calm, seductive in its promise of freedom.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"I'll think about it."
Loki blinked. "Huh?"
Freya's lips parted slightly. "You… won't decide now?"
Zamasu looked ahead. "I'm not in a rush. I'll decide when I'm ready."
That silence that followed was thick.
Freya, so used to instant devotion from mortals, didn't think she would be rejected. Her eyes narrowed just a touch—not in frustration, but in desire.
Zamasu wasn't moved by her seductive suggestions. He didn't even seem affected by it.
That was new.
Loki let out a loud laugh. "Holy crap, you actually told Freya you'll think about it? Ohh, you've got balls, kid. I like you more already."
Zamasu gave her a mild look. "You expected me to kneel?"
She grinned. "Nah, but I figured she had a better shot than me. Mortals usually trip over their tongues when Freya gets all soft-spoken and fluttery-eyed." One of he eye slightly open.
Freya remained quiet, her gaze unreadable now—but focused.
Loki nudged Zamasu with her elbow. "Alright, alright. Fair's fair. You wanna think it over, fine. I get it. You're new here. You don't wanna get roped into somethin' before you figure out who's who."
She pointed a finger at him. "But listen up. You won't find a better Familia than mine. I don't babysit, I don't smother, and I don't turn people into damn ornaments. You'll train, you'll fight, and you'll get stronger. That's what you want, right?"
Zamasu didn't answer, but he didn't disagree either.
Freya, still composed, took a single step forward. "You'll realize, in time, which path suits you best. Just don't take too long."
Loki smirked. "Ooooh, she's gettin' anxious already."
Freya didn't respond.
As they approached the tall double doors leading out of the Tower, the sunlight pouring in cast long shadows across the floor.
Zamasu walked forward without pause, clothes fluttering faintly in the breeze.
Two goddesses stood behind him—one wild , the other poised.
And neither had gotten what they wanted but they didn't seem crestfallen about being subtly rejected.
Countless thoughts ran through both goddesses' minds.
Rejecting Loki's invitation was not unheard of… But being unaffected by Freya's charm… That alone made Zamasu the most interesting person in the Tower that day.
And both of them knew it.
Chapter 13 emd
Got sent on work exp by my college and work tire me out and I didn't get more than 4 hours to my self during the days and I got fanfics to read so I wasn't gonna creat any chapters.