The moment the words left Aurelion's mouth, existence itself seemed to pause.
Not the battlefield.
Not the sanctuary.
Not even the countless warriors currently locked in a struggle that would decide the fate of worlds.
Something far greater reacted.
The name carried a weight that transcended space, time, and reality itself.
Judge of Origin.
The title echoed outward like an invisible shockwave, spreading through dimensions faster than thought. It slipped through the cracks between worlds, crossed ancient pathways long forgotten by history, and reached places that had not known movement in millions of years.
Across distant realms hidden beyond the perception of ordinary beings, ancient seals trembled.
Massive runic formations buried beneath dead civilizations suddenly glowed with pale silver light.
Worldroots hidden in the deepest corners of existence stirred from their slumber.
