From the great crystalline throne in the heart of the divine domain, Chief God Arkenas sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the lattice of light that floated before him.
The system's threads stretched infinitely across the void, weaving together countless worlds and their candidates for ascension.
Normally, its rhythm was flawless—every calculation exact, every connection precise. Yet today, he noticed something that made his divine brows furrow.
A tremor ran through the flow.
At first, it was so minor that even lesser gods would not have perceived it, a ripple buried beneath the trillions of data streams.
But Arkenas was no lesser god. His perception pierced deeper than any other being's, and what he saw disturbed him.
A knot had formed—an error in the system's weave that he could not untangle.
He reached into the threads, divine fingers of will tugging and aligning, but no matter how he twisted the strands, the flaw remained.
