In the meeting room of the gods, where the dome was inlaid with stars and the floor shone with pure energy flowing around like the veins of the universe — the atmosphere was heavy.
A silver-haired god, clad in a metallic purple robe, slammed his hand on the conference table:
"Hey! What does that Square mean with the blessing of the gods!? Who allowed a mechanical being to have access to such a privilege?"
The whole room erupted, many gods stood up, their faces scowling, their eyes filled with doubt and anger.
A goddess sitting on the side of the Light tribe whispered:
"Impossible… that's Kales, a soulless species. How can they be blessed without a soul?"
Another god — his face hidden behind a golden mask — spoke slowly:
"It's not a blessing… it's an inheritance. Someone died, and instead of letting that power fall into oblivion, they… 'stored' it in that entity."
The air seemed to freeze.
The red-haired god, representing the Order, was furious:
"Who dares to do that without going through the Council?! This is a cosmic-level violation!"
An old god, his long white beard reaching to the ground, his eyes dull as if he could see through fate, mused:
"Perhaps… we have underestimated the concept of 'volitionless evolution' too much. That Cube doesn't need consciousness to be dangerous."
The murmurings rose again. A few seats were empty — the old gods had disappeared, swallowed by some power.
"It's time… to question our entire system of blessings."
The entire conference room of the gods was in an uproar, the sound of arguments resounding everywhere like a storm of words. But at that moment — no one knew where it came from — a distant, genderless voice, as if coming from the bottom of the void, suddenly rang out:
"In any case… this is the game of the one above. It cannot be stopped."
All sounds immediately stopped. The entire divine world suddenly cooled down by several degrees.