It was right in the middle of this delicate process that Ember's celestial declaration echoed through the air and reached his ears. His concentration shattered instantly. The sudden shock rippled through his mana pathways as he realized the sheer weight of what those words signified, the ascension of a new god.
He listened closely to the words echoing through the air. Having witnessed the ascension of enough deities throughout his long life, he understood that such proclamations were essentially divine manifestos, a public declaration laying bare the core nature and domain of the newly born god.
From the resonant phrases, keywords like craft and civilization hung heavy in the air. Then, the voice proclaimed its true identity.
"Ember, the god of forge and creation," Tyrion murmured, rolling the name and title over his tongue. Suddenly, his eyes flew wide, his breath catching in his throat. "Ember?!"
