Chapter 151 - 50
In a realm beyond all existing universe...
Nyx sat upon a throne forged from the womb of night itself—its arms etched in primordial starlight, its frame shaped from the echoes of forgotten galaxies.
Around her stretched a boundless space of myriad colors, a tapestry of living auroras and shifting nebulas, flowing like liquid dreams in every direction.
This place existed outside time, even outside of fate, a sanctum beyond even the comprehension of most gods.
Before her floated a round table not made of stone or wood, but of something ancient, smooth like obsidian yet flowing with faint constellations across its surface.
Around it hovered other thrones, each emanating a different essence: burning suns, holy scripts, serpent coils, and veils of silk or shadow.
Behind her stood Erebus, the God of Primordial Darkness, her guard, acting as her subordinate.
Unlike his usual cheerful self, Erebus now was silent and solemn, his body excluding power that absorbs light, his presence a weight upon reality.
His gaze scanned the the space. It wasn’t the first time he was here, but just like the first time, it still filled him with awe.
The two were silent, patient.
Then the void rippled.
A singular presence entered, like a slow wind brushing the cosmos.