The few gods that were able manifested themselves for the divine council. Of those that couldn’t, some sent a servitor. Others sent nothing.
“So few,” Phoebus lamented. His power waxed with the moon, and it was only because it was bright in the sky that he had been able to appear at all.
“Were any more lost to the Unmaking?” Fire asked, blazing with power. He had been hidden within in the subterranean realm of the dvergr during the War of Making and Unmaking and had escaped largely unscathed.
They waited for news of any more of their number succumbing.