Kivas's golden eyes held steady on the group, the weight of her words lingering like a held breath in the temple's hush.
"The trigger for this apotheosis—it's tied to me being the Celestial Avatar. That's the role confirmed for imbuing Genesis Cores, the one that resonates with Fateline and pulls everything into motion. So the plan is straightforward, disrupting that resonance at its root."
She uncrossed her arms, fingers tracing an absent pattern in the air as if mapping the invisible threads. "Temporarily strip the divinity from my soul, and we will prevent the third Apotheosis from happening. When the deadline arrives and the requirement is not met, then nothing will happen.
"Apotheosis starts when Fateline echoes against a soul laced with divinity, then bleeds into the vessel. Without the soul to answer, it fizzles. But mine's unique—it's the Avatar aspect that ignites it, not just the existence of divinity combined with a mortal print.
