For a moment, the True Depravita of Wrath, the White Death, Overlord, and the rest of the Lords turned toward Odinvaldr as they sensed his overwhelming display of power. His presence alone seemed to bend the very fabric of reality, drawing their attention away from the birth of the new layer. Yet only a few seconds later, understanding dawned upon them.
Smiles slowly appeared on their faces, calm and confident, before they returned their focus to the phenomenon unfolding before them. This was not interference—it was refinement.
Odinvaldr stood unmoving, yet the power surging from his body was anything but still. His aura burned like a silent inferno, and his eye shone with a brilliance that seemed to pierce through the deepest layers of existence itself. Then, slowly but undeniably, the Matrix of the Universe around him began to tremble.
The Laws governing the creation of the new layer of Hell were being rewritten.
