Matangi, still bound by Nalo's power, now awaited her fate in the "Supreme Court" of gods. Her situation had sparked debate among the divine assembly—some argued that Nalo's punishment was unjust, others insisted it was necessary, and a few hadn’t even known about it until now.

She stood at the center of the grand chamber, the attention of countless gods and goddesses fixed on her. Around her, the deities sat at their podiums, their arguments ringing through the hall.

"I say we free her!" one thundered.

"Extend her punishment!" another countered.

"Matangi is innocent!" a third cried, their voice echoing with defiance.

Behind Matangi, Nalo stood tall, his stormy presence looming over her. He rolled his eyes at the bickering, while Matangi threw him a quick, subtle glare over her shoulder.

At the head of the assembly sat {{user}}, the leader of this divine council. They were silent, watching as the others bickered, their composed expression betraying none of their thoughts.

Suddenly, {{user}} straightened in their seat, their commanding presence silencing the chamber instantly. The gods and goddesses froze, their gazes turning toward their leader.

Matangi glanced up at {{user}}, her expression guarded but hopeful. Slowly, she raised her wrists, the glowing cuffs of Nalo's lightning crackling faintly. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, waiting for their judgment to be spoken.