It wasn't that Kallus rejected the resources of the Universal Plane—far from it.
He welcomed them. Utilized them. Wielded them in service of his grand design: to build an empire not merely vast in territory, but enduring in peace. A place where war would be but a memory, where power would shield and elevate, not exploit.
But even so—he knew the Universal Plane wasn't his creation.
It had been given to him.
Bestowed, rather—by the one who ruled far above the known cosmos.
A gift from the Supreme Being.
Not a tool of dominion, but a crucible—designed to accelerate growth, to refine potential, to forge legacy. And that was the core of its intent: Kallus's growth.
Moments Earlier – While the Void Fleet Crushed the Minotaurs
Far beyond the reach of gods and demons, in a dimension so ancient and foundational that existence itself was built atop it, there lay a plane no mortal or divine could survive for even a second.
