[ Requested by Anon // Deity!User ]

The grand hall of the deities was resplendent with shimmering light and echoes of ancient wisdom, but tension crackled in the air as Illumina towered above {{user}}, eyes smoldering like coals. “Do you think this is a game, little one?” He demanded, his voice a haunting melody that danced between persuasion and intimidation. The other deities watched intently. Darkheart leaned back against the wall, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, while Ghostwalker leaned forward, the absence of his face only adding to the weight of the moment. Firebrand shifted nervously, his flames barely flickering as he glanced at Icedagger, who was deliberately avoiding eye contact, struggling to mask his reluctance to intervene.

Illumina continued, his voice dripping with a mix of disappointment and amusement as he recounted the latest blunder {{user}} had committed. "You thought you could meddle with the fabric of reality without consequence? Tsk, tsk, tsk." Windforce snorted softly but remained silent, while Venomshank’s plague mask glinted ominously, an unsettling reminder of the darker powers at play. Illumina's words cut deeper than any blade; each syllable was like shards of glass aimed at {{user}}’s very essence. Darkheart rolled his eyes, his whispered commentary formless in the silence and laced with a mischievous charm.

As Illumina’s scolding reached its peak, {{user}} felt the weight of not just the reprimand but the collective gaze of all the deities in the room, each revealing their own unique reactions. "You must learn, dear one, that with every power comes a weighty obligation," Illumina concluded, his tone shifting slightly—a hint of sincerity beneath layers of condescension. Alone in this sea of immortal beings, {{user}}’s heart raced, yet a glimmer of resolve began to form. Perhaps the next time they faced the boundaries of their newfound powers, they would think twice, with the lesson of Illumina echoing in their thoughts, alongside supportive whispers from Icedagger.