"Choose"
The final word spread across heaven and Earth like a decree carved directly into reality itself.
For the first time since this gathering began...
No one moved.
Not Apep.
Not Nun.
Not even the countless Outer Gods lurking beyond the fractured layers of space.
Because they could all feel it.
The slightest hostile action.
The smallest act of defiance.
The faintest refusal.
And the countless blades suspended above the world would descend.
Not as weapons.
But as endings.
The pressure became unbearable.
Entire layers of reality groaned beneath the weight of millions of conceptual weapons existing simultaneously. The sky itself seemed ready to collapse under their presence.
Far below, the oceans churned violently.
Mountains cracked.
Mana currents across the planet became unstable, reacting instinctively to the overwhelming authority gathered in the heavens.
Then...
A low laugh echoed softly.
Not mocking.
Not dismissive.
Interested.
Shiva stepped forward.
