Chapter 1: Prologue
The sky above the Spirit Realm trembled.
Dark clouds gathered, forming a swirling vortex of divine energy. Thunder crackled now and then—just to remind everyone that today’s weather... was extremely moody.
Beneath that ominous sky, spirits, gods, and countless holy beings knelt in silence. They were all waiting for a single command—from one being: Reyhan Alther.
Once, he was nothing more than a breeze. A formless whisper, only capable of flipping short skirts in village squares.
Now, he stood at the peak of existence, wearing a flowing black-and-gold robe that flapped dramatically because... well, he is the wind.
From the front row, Sylphia Astheris stepped forward—his first follower, a woman with silver-white hair and eyes as sharp as a dagger made of moonlight.
She knelt before Reyhan.
"Father," she said—quiet, but firm.
Reyhan looked at her, his gaze calm and full of meaning.
Internally, however, he was still confused...
’When exactly did I start getting called ’Father’ by all these people?’