Just then, a roar unlike any other reverberated through the fabric of the universe, a soundless detonation that transcended hearing, a pressure that shook the souls of every being present.
The cosmos itself quaked.
Stars flickered into nothingness.
Dimensions folded in on themselves.
Even the divine trembled beneath its echo.
And for the first time in countless eons, Hades flinched, a subtle motion that did not go unnoticed by those around him.
Every god looked up. And there, in the hollow void left behind by the sealed fragment, something moved.
The light of existence itself seemed to warp and recoil. The darkness shuddered and coalesced, and from within that impossible emptiness, a single eye, vast beyond comprehension, ancient beyond the birth of time, peeked through.
It was not the eye of a being that looked upon reality, but the eye of something that defined reality by looking at it, something whose mere gaze rewrote the concept of perception itself.
