Chief God Arkenas sat on his grand throne, the lightless void around him pulsing with fragments of divine code and system glyphs only he could command.
His expression twisted when the notification flashed across his vision:
[Second God of the New Generation recognized. Authority granted.]
His jaw clenched.
"So it's true. Another one of them has ascended."
He muttered, voice echoing in the hollow space, sharp with frustration.
Arkenas slammed his fist against the armrest, sending ripples of divine energy tearing through the void.
Fragments of half-formed realms shattered like glass, collapsing into motes of dead starlight. He leaned forward, brow furrowed, and growled.
"Why are the people on my side so utterly useless? The pawns I planted can't even hold their ground. And yet… those Kyle Armstrong brought—always too competent, too resilient. Balance must be restored."
He reached out with his mind, summoning the familiar thread that tied him to his trusted subordinate.
