After hours of poring over satellite data, interspace activity logs, and decrypted fragments from Solarius Knight's old documents, the confirmation hit like a hammer. The Universal Will had been successfully rotated.
Kurana Alexanderia stared at the glowing reports, disbelief carving deep lines into his face. "A twenty-five-year-old girl… doing something like this alone?" He shook his head, voice rough with exhaustion and doubt. "I can't believe it. But there's no time to question it now."
The current time was 2:00 PM. The rotation had occurred at 11:00 AM and lasted only about three minutes. Three minutes. That was all it took. Enough for outer gods to sense the breach, to turn their attention toward Vaelion like predators catching a scent.
Ritik Aether stood rigid beside him, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Kurogami remained silent, but his eyes betrayed the same heavy realization. The room felt smaller, the air thicker with dread.
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Miles away, in the quiet solitude of his hidden home, Purple Sun God sat alone. The moment the rotation registered in his senses, a complex wave of emotion washed over him—pride, relief, and bone-deep worry. My dear daughter… you really entered the Mystic Realm successfully. He closed his eyes, a faint, bittersweet smile touching his lips. Now I just hope you stay safe.
A telepathic voice cut through his thoughts, cold and sharp. The mysterious woman, clad in a form-fitting black suit that seemed to drink in light, spoke directly into his mind. "The Universal Will is fucked. The outer gods have seen us."
Purple Sun God didn't respond immediately. The connection hummed between them, tense and ancient.
"You do realize what you've done by tasking this to your daughter," she pressed, her mental voice laced with accusation and something almost like pity. "You've opened the door. For all of us."
He remained silent, letting the weight of her words settle. Then, without a reply, he severed the telepathic link. The connection snapped shut like a closing vault.
The mysterious woman exhaled sharply in her own shadowed chamber. She picked up a secure line and dialed. The President of the Western Coalition answered on the first ring.
"A catastrophe is going to happen soon," she said, voice flat and commanding. "Make arrangements."
"Understood, ma'am."
She ended the call and stood, turning toward the wide windows overlooking the western skies. Nothing visible yet—just endless blue, deceptively calm. But she knew better. The storm was already stirring.
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Back in the strategy room, Kurana slammed a hand on the table. "We prepare for the worst. Outer gods don't knock politely. If they've noticed the breach, they'll test it. And Vaelion will be the first prize they claim."
Ritik's eyes burned with quiet fury. "Then we make sure they regret looking this way."
The rotation had lasted only three minutes. But three minutes was enough to change everything.