The halls of the divine palace shook with each proclamation made by the system.
The voices of the heavens boomed across the corridors, reaching every contender racing through the labyrinth toward their destined cores.
Grand Duchess Amana, her gown torn and armor scratched from earlier clashes with divine entities, gritted her teeth as she pushed forward.
Sweat dripped down her temple, her heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsing lights guiding her steps.
Then, it came—an announcement so sharp it pierced through her bones:
[The Fifth God of the New Age has been chosen. Designation: Gifts. Chosen: Crystal.]
Amana froze mid-stride, her breath hitching.
"Crystal…?"
She whispered aloud, bewildered. The name was foreign, utterly unknown to her.
She had memorized the names of every noble, every commander, every rival of note—but this? This was someone outside her calculations.
