The wind had stilled.
The light above the thrones didn't burn—it breathed. Soft waves of gold rippled through the air as if the entire realm was exhaling for the first time in eons. The silence wasn't empty anymore. It was sacred.
Adam stood at the heart of it all—beneath the highest point of the sky, at the very axis of what reality called center.
Then it came.
A soft chime.
A flicker of white light bloomed before his eyes, invisible to all others.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Pantheon Authority Unlocked.
As the seated God of the Omnicron Throne, you now hold the right to:
▸ Form a Pantheon
▸ Define Divine Roles
▸ Establish Realm Laws
▸ Bind Cosmic Order to Will
Please name your Pantheon:
[Awaiting Input…]
Adam stared at the screen.
Only he could see it. Only he could hear the low hum that came with every system message.
