In the boundless expanse of the god's realm, Chief God Arkenas stood upon a balcony made of pure light, his gaze fixed on the countless worlds spiraling beneath his feet like glowing spheres in an endless void.
His lips curved into a faint smile as divine threads pulsed, each one connected to a mortal now caught in the race he had set in motion.
Nine threads shone brighter than the rest—candidates who had already begun carving a path toward the empty god seats.
"They move quickly. The invitations have been sent. Now, all that remains is for them to prove themselves worthy—or die trying. Nine shall ascend, and the new age will be born."
Arkenas murmured, his voice echoing through the celestial air.
Behind him, Goddess Lucia stepped into the light. Her eyes, deep with unease, lingered on the same threads.
