"Alright then, I guess there will be no deal today," Mauriss said, as—
reality fractured.
It did not shatter with a bang or scream or thunderous pulse of mana, because what followed was not an attack in the traditional sense. It was a denial of linearity, a rejection of how things were supposed to unfold.
The star-crystal table was whole, and yet already splintered. Su Ren was seated, and already standing. Helmuth was still at Kaelith's side, and yet his Axe had already filled the space where Su Ren's throat once was. All cause and effect bent inward, folding like parchment caught in divine fire.
In a single breath, three ancient gods moved, and the universe struggled to keep up.
