The transition from the Infinite Ocean into the Realm of Reality Gods was not a physical movement but a conceptual expansion. Aegis felt his "Volume" as a Tier 45 Omniscient Weaver suddenly pressurized. The golden aura of his Void-Verse, which held trillions of lives and thousands of refugee multiverses, felt no larger than a handheld lantern in this new space.
This was the "Great Atelier," a plane where the floor was made of unmanifested probability and the sky was a rotating gallery of "Source Concepts."
Here, the Reality Gods did not wade through the tides; they occupied "Stations of Creation." Each being was a monumental silhouette of pure intent, some resembling geometric architectures of crystal and light, others appearing as fluid, ever-changing nebulae of biological data. They were the Master Authors, the ones who didn't just write stories but designed the "Grammar" by which reality itself functioned.
