His mind drifted to the Sixth Tier figures he had encountered in the past. They were powerful beings, entities who controlled their own pocket realities and lived without the stifling weight of "Rules." Unlike himself and the other gods, who were bound by certain rules, those figures were truly free.
In the current order, the only clear universal law he knew about sixth-tier beings was one of restraint, to never endanger a world or its inhabitants during conflict. To do so was to invite the swift, cold wrath of the Judgers unless, of course, one belonged to the elite factions of the Hegemons.
Beyond that single, suffocating decree, Ikenga had always observed that the figures of the Sixth Tier possessed a terrifying degree of liberty. They were not just powerful, they were sovereign, existing with a freedom that the traditional gods like himself could only envy.
