In an instant, an eerie stillness enveloped the Yellow Sand Temple. The air was heavy, the silence absolute, despite the ranks of deities swelling from 31 to 51. It seemed nothing could disturb the solemn atmosphere, that was until she arrived.
Adorned with a crown of pristine white flowers, she glided in, her gown a cascade of white and azure linen that whispered against the ancient stone floors. Her features were as striking as they were serene. This was Mulan, revered as the goddess of agave.
The moment she entered, a ripple of relief passed through the gathered deities. Cactus God Thorns couldn't help but smile; their deliverer had come at last. The other gods, too, couldn't disguise their joy.
Stepping forward with a graceful bow, Mulan addressed the assembly, her gaze settling on the brooding figure seated at the head of the temple. "Lord Set," she greeted, her voice a melodious calm.