Crack…
Crack…
CRAAAAACK.
The sky didn't just tremble.
It fractured.
Like reality itself was screaming under the weight of something it was never meant to hold.
Something divine.
No—something beyond divine.
On the Ground, where the aether thinned and the threads of existence wove tighter, a presence beloud—not like a exploding star or a god returning to the world—but like the concept of power itself had taken form.
And spoke.
<…Law? Used by a mortal… cute…>
The voice wasn't heard through ears. It was felt in bones, blood, and the silence between heartbeats. Like the first noise after death. Like the whisper that comes before creation.
<…Interesting trick, child… but you die the same.>
It wasn't disdain.
It wasn't even cruelty.
It was apathy.
Apathy so absolute it transcended insult. Like a black hole ignoring a scream.
