The void trembled as the next essence began to stir.
The golden gavel pulsed once. The sound was not thunder, nor flame, nor roar. It was resonance. A deep, echoing tone, like the striking of a bell heard across the bones of the universe.
BOOM.
The golden gavel pulsed.
Its sound was not thunder, nor flame, nor beastly roar. It was law. It was inevitability. A single tone that rang across the void like a divine decree.
BOOM.
The abyss froze. Celestial flames halted mid-flicker, arrested by an unseen command. The rivers of molten light that once ran wild in cracks of the black earth straightened into perfect lines, pulsing in symmetry. Even the void itself seemed to inhale and still.
BOOM.
The multicolored orb of affinities stilled. The hammer quieted. The droplet of blood pulsed in silence. Even the rebellious crown of horns lowered, not in submission, but in recognition.
Order did not demand obedience. It was obedience.
