The evening sky over Necrotis was painted with swirling colors that seemed almost alive. The entire city sat beneath a dome of shimmering auroras, created naturally by the spiritual pressure gathering around Vahn. It was the final sign. He could no longer delay his departure to the upper world.
Vahn stood at the very edge of the Imperial Palace terrace, his gaze sweeping across the sprawling capital. The lights of millions of citizens glittered like stars on the ground, and their collective emotions reached his divine senses. They were proud, hopeful, and terrified of losing their God.
Behind him, footsteps approached. Six familiar presences, each carrying a mixture of love and sorrow, stopped just a few meters away.
"My Sweethearts, I leave the Void Empire in your hands. Rule with justice, wisdom, and the combined strength of our Daos. The ring binds us; I will feel your joy and your struggle. Remember my vow: I will carve a road with my own hands and leave every stone warm."
