They came from beneath silence.
The first tremors struck the Nexus without warning—subtle distortions in the divine lattice, like dissonant chords sung in reverse. A sound no mortal or deity should have heard. And then, names began to awaken—names that had long been erased from the living memory of the system.
In the depths of the sanctum, alarms failed. Protocols frayed.
Darius stood on his throne of paradox, cloaked in the Fourth Flame, watching with calm inevitability as the forbidden names bled back into existence:
Khaarion, God of Famine.
Selvarion, the All-Watcher.
Myrrha of the Severed Skies.
Ul-Kephar, Voice of the Inverted Sun.
These were not gods. These were errors, divine entities so destructive and unstable they had been unmade from code and myth, locked in fractured ruins of corrupted realms.
And now—they remembered him.
[The Realm of Shattered Divinity – The Forsaken Stir]
