Kael sat upon the throne, completely still.
His eyes were closed, and he did not move even slightly as endless streams of faith and belief flowed into him.
The concepts around him continued to settle and merge slowly, as if they were becoming part of his very existence. The crimson lines across his body pulsed faintly, glowing and dimming in a steady rhythm. Beneath him, the throne felt alive. It rose and fell like it was breathing along with him.
The entire dimension trembled under his presence, yet it did not collapse. It remained stable, as if it was forcefully being held together by his will.
Then a sharp sound broke the silence.
CRACK.
It echoed across the sky, unnatural and unsettling. It did not sound like something physical breaking. It felt like reality itself was being torn apart from the outside.
Another crack followed.
Then another.
The shimmering sky above suddenly split open, and a massive fracture spread across it like a wound being forced apart.
