((Sorry, my replies are incredibly late. I'm not sure why, I'm just having trouble replying to this. Can't think of what to post.))
As the planet reforms, even from this distance, you can feel life and death enveloping it. Hundreds of species spawning from the great magics that had been used to seal the great beast. In merely a thousands years, this world would once more be the home to sprawling life, growing and evolving, not knowing of the being that slumbers beneath their homeworld, nor of those that could be considered their creators. The uncaring hand of Gods, life and death flowing from their footsteps. Even now you can tell, as the six deities look at you, that you were not supposed to be here, nor were you supposed to witness these events unfold.

No words are spoken, no sound breaks the icy silence that grows in the absence of noise. The six deities do not speak, and yet each converses with the others. Their bodies might be seperate, but each was bound together by a bond stronger than anything forged by clumsy magics, their very souls intertwined with one another. Minds spoke to one another, above the medium of human speech, as six pairs of silent eyes regard the stranger that had intruded upon this proceeding. After what would have seemed like an eternity of frozen silence, one of the deities, a lizardlike woman in a flowing gown of feathers and hides, steps forward towards you. Her smile is a warm one, and yet her eyes hold nothing but impatience. "Now, dear. I'm sure you're wondering what just happened."