As Harry stood before the council of gods, their anger radiating like a tempestuous storm, he felt a chill run down his spine. Never before had he faced such a formidable force, their presence overwhelming in its magnitude and power.
"What have you done, you little brat?" one of the gods thundered, their voice echoing through the chamber with a force that shook Harry to his core.
Confusion clouded Harry's mind as he struggled to make sense of the accusations being hurled at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
But before he could receive an answer, the system spoke, its voice calm and unwavering amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "Allow me to explain," it said, addressing the council of gods with a sense of authority that commanded their attention.
With a flicker of its form, the system projected images of the fallen god's past onto the walls of the chamber, revealing the truth of his betrayal and ultimate sacrifice. As the council of gods watched in stunned silence, the system recounted the fallen god's noble deeds and selfless sacrifice, painting a picture of a hero who had been wronged by those he once called allies.
"The fallen god was not evil," the system proclaimed, its words echoing with a solemn truth that cut through the tension like a knife. "He gave up his life to save the world from destruction, only to be betrayed by those he trusted most. The rumors of his descent into darkness were nothing more than lies spread by those who sought to cover up their own treachery."
The council of gods fell silent, their anger giving way to a sense of shame and remorse at their hasty judgment of the fallen god. In that moment of clarity, they realized the true extent of their folly, and the consequences of their actions reverberated through the chamber like a mournful lament.
As the truth of the fallen god's sacrifice sank in, Harry felt a sense of vindication wash over him, his faith in the legacy he had inherited renewed with a newfound sense of purpose. And as he stood before the council of gods, he knew that he had proven himself worthy of the power he possessed, not through strength of arms, but through the strength of his conviction and the purity of his heart.
With a final nod of acknowledgement, the council of gods dispersed, their anger tempered by the knowledge that they had been deceived by false rumors and baseless accusations. And as Harry watched them depart, he knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles, but with the power of the fallen god's legacy coursing through his veins, he would face it with courage and determination, ready to confront whatever trials lay in store.