Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

Nara’s question hung in the air of the chamber, and Akasha did not answer it at once.

He stood next to the projection, hands buried in his pockets, his eyes drifting lazily across the mapped clusters, as though the star systems were the real purpose of his visit...

And not the two women discussing them.

"I said release me!"

Amaterasu said as she tried moving from her throne again, but it was of course futile.

Akasha’s gaze did not leave the projection.

"Can you stop shouting?" He asked as a smile appeared on his face, "Didn’t you throw the first punch?"

Nara’s hand drifted back to the ring on her finger, twisting it once... then twice, as her gaze stayed fixed on him rather than the maps.

’This man...’ she mused silently, her question still hanging unanswered. ’What could have possibly happened to bring him here?’

As she tried to make sense of what was going on with his bloodline, she couldn’t fathom what would drive Akasha so far from the Orin Star System.

And now, after being the one to invite them into his Domain, it seemed he was about to take that invitation back.

He glanced at her, his brow still faintly arched, the easy smile never quite fading from his face.

"Well, no matter where you look... something’s always happening," he said vaguely, though to the women, his meaning was clear enough.

It wasn’t trouble that had brought him here.

With a thoughtful tap to his chin, his gaze shifted toward the projection.

"I’ve only come to... lend a bit of a hand."

Amaterasu’s laugh in response was short and sharp, almost ugly.

"I can’t believe you really think you can just show up here acting so high and mighty."

Then her red eyes slid from him to Nara.

"And this... is the man you’re choosing to bring in?"

Despite Amaterasu’s outburst, Nara kept her gaze fixed on Akasha.

’These darn Sun Kami...’ she thought, mentally pushing Amaterasu’s attitude to the back of her mind.

Though they were allies—close friends, in fact—Nara was more than familiar with the fiery temperament not just of Amaterasu, but of nearly every Sun Kami she had ever met.

It was something she had long since learned to take in stride.

"I asked you a plain... question," she finally said. "I would like something more than... just that."

Akasha lifted one hand from his pocket and gestured toward her throne.

The movement was slight, almost lazy, but it held a friendly air. Noticing this, Nara chose not to make things difficult.

She crossed the polished stone and sat, green robe settling around her as she accepted the amiable atmosphere he was building.

The moment she was seated, she looked up at him again, green eyes clear and unyielding.

"Speak plainly."

He did, and the tone that followed was far from that of a friend or even an ally. It carried the weight and authority of one ruler speaking to another.

"Well, I’m sure you can feel it..." Akasha said, rising slightly into the air as she remained seated cross-legged. "I am now a Supreme God... the Supreme God of Infinite Dreams."

He allowed the grand title to linger in the air before smiling, his eyes shifting toward Amaterasu.

"Ruler of the Pantheon of Infinite Dreams... and the new ruler of Orin."

At his obvious teasing, Amaterasu scoffed. The urge to lash out lingered, but it no longer flared into an attack.

She turned her head away instead, jaw tight, embers lifting from her hair and dying before they reached the floor.

’She seems a bit Tsundere...’ Akasha thought as he chuckled at her reaction.

Nara’s shock, however, was a quieter, sharper thing.

As had been mentioned before, all rulers possessed a way of recognizing one another, but she was taken aback to realize that what Sunya had said was indeed true.

When she looked at Akasha, she couldn’t immediately sense his presence as a Supreme God—not because it wasn’t there, but because something else stood out far more vividly.

It was his Imperfect Beauty.

"How did you pull that off so quickly?" she asked, though in her mind, the timeline didn’t make sense.

’Did the Accord of Assimilation finally give up?’ she wondered, since it should have taken at least millennia for Orin’s outcome to unfold.

Akasha dismissed the question with a wave of his hand.

"Oh... that’s not important," he said. "What I came to talk about... is the terms of our agreement."

Amaterasu’s gaze snapped back, her eyes narrowing.

"Nara... you actually made a deal with this guy?!"

It was clear those details had never been shared with her, and now that the truth was out, Nara’s lips pressed into a thin line.

But in that moment, she ignored Amaterasu and kept her attention on Akasha, because the agreement between them had already become a part of her plans.

"Akasha... there’s no way I’m letting you just walk away from us."

Especially now that he commanded an entire Pantheon.

Before, she had seen him as nothing more than an absurdly gifted individual, someone with the potential to upset the delicate balance of power.

But now, knowing he had claimed the Orin Star System for himself—even as it faced an invasion from not one, but more than five other Pantheons—her perspective shifted completely.

The way she regarded Akasha had changed beyond recognition.

Her next words were deliberate, each one laid down like a line in the sand.

"As we agreed... In one hundred and fifty years, you can consider the deal done."

Hearing those words, Akasha’s smile grew, realizing she wasn’t going to let things pass so easily.

"You know, we never actually sealed the agreement under oath," he said with a slight tilt of his head.

"I could... simply vanish and pretend we never made such a deal."

Nara’s frown deepened instantly while Amaterasu strained against the grip of the Language of Gods, already about to burst out again.

"But," Akasha interjected, the single word cutting through the tension and stilling the air. "I’m a man of my word. I only want to revisit the terms we agreed upon. That’s all."

The silence that followed was short and heavy.

Nara’s fingers tightened briefly on the arm of her throne before relaxing.

’He’s... dangerous,’ she thought, seeing past Akasha’s friendly facade.

Even here, in her own domain, she felt no confidence in defeating him—though not because of his current power, but because of something he no longer possessed: his array to summon unbound gods.

With a quiet sigh, she spoke.

"Go on."