Chapter 148 – Fractured Sky and Trembling Gods
In the highest dimension far above the skies known to mortals stretches a silent expanse without walls, without time, without direction. This place is not part of the world. It is the weaving thread of existence, where gods and goddesses reside not with bodies, but with pure will.
Usually, this space is silent. Silent like an ancient stone awaiting erosion, like a blank manuscript before fate is written.
But today, that silence was fractured by a whisper.
A faint tremor, sharp enough to make every divine consciousness within turn, had slipped in. A tremor from something unwritten. Undesigned. Unwanted.
A foreign will. An existence no longer bound.
And from the edge of that divine space, a goddess’s voice broke like the first crack in a sacred mirror.
"Damn it... how can she be back?" said Xynareth, Goddess of the Void, her voice trembling for the first time in thousands of years. "I sealed her path. The route to that world was locked tight! She shouldn’t have been able to return!"
The light within that sacred realm flickered. Five other gods and goddesses turned toward her, their metaphysical faces etched with barely concealed unease. They were half of the Twelve six of the divine rulers who had rejected the new method. The method of gathering faith through illusion, where heroes were never meant to win, and demon kings were nothing but puppets.
Now, that method teetered on the edge of ruin.
Velgrath, God of Eternal Night, stepped forward. His eyes pulsed like black holes. He spoke in a voice incomprehensible to ordinary beings.
"I felt the fracture. The sealed path has reopened... not from an outside force, but from the world itself. The world called her back. The world... chose her."