The celestial plateau trembled.
From the seven points of the star, the god-essence had grown so potent it warped reality itself. Time fractured. Light bled into shadow. The laws that governed the planes of existence began to blur.
At the center, Vorden's eyes opened.
They glowed not with a single color, but with every god-art fused into harmony—Fire, Shadow, Transfiguration, Metal, Psychic, Light, and more. He had long surpassed the concept of dual awakening. He was approaching a realm where even classification was meaningless.
One by one, the others opened their eyes.
Alma's hair whipped around her like a divine maelstrom, her Wind God-Art merging with the essence of balance itself. Her twin blades hovered beside her, singing with celestial resonance.
Lith purred as his feline form dissolved, replaced by something half-spirit, half-reality. His grin said he remembered mischief, but his aura made even spirits bow instinctively.
