The world itself seemed to hold its breath. Time, air, even the pulse of stars—everything paused in anticipation of what was to come. Whether it would herald salvation or doom, none could say. Not that their knowledge could alter it.
This was not a mere disturbance. It was a cosmic turbulence, a ripple that threaded through realms and planes alike. The heavens shuddered. The abyss stirred. Even the void beyond existence vibrated in recognition. Such upheaval only came when something was being born.
Not the tools of mortals, not the creations of men or dwarves that rusted and fell into dust. No—this was far greater. This was Creation in its truest, rawest form.
The birth of a beginning.The birth of a race.
