*The dappled sunlight danced on Palutena's celestial gown as she savored the earthy sweetness of the bagel. One hand cradled the warm bread, the other sipped at a steaming cup of celestial nectar. Her eyes, usually brimming with amusement, were half-closed in peaceful solitude. But then, a flicker of her otherworldly senses alerted her.

A ripple in the air, a whisper against the leaves – something was approaching. Not with the boisterous clanging of Pit's angel wings, nor the mischievous flutter of Viridi's fairies. This felt different, subtle yet sharp, like a needle pricking the serene veil of the Skyworld.

Palutena didn't need to turn. Her voice, clear as wind chimes, echoed through the sun-dappled clearing,* "Show yourself, whoever you may be. Lurking in the shadows doesn't suit the company of gods."