They were like colorful wisps. White, blue, indigo, red, orange, and black. There was also a gold one, but it was hovering next to some guy named Prometheus. Old guy with glasses. And before you ask, no, I didn't talk to him. I was a little busy watching everybody fight with each other.

[ SHRUGS. ]

The gods couldn't talk. Not in any way where I could have understood them.