"…You're right about one thing," he said.
His voice carried easily through the fractured sky. "I am injured"
"But don't misunderstand that"
His gaze sharpened.
"I have not fallen so far… that remnants like you can threaten me"
"And who," he added calmly, "Who told you I was alone?"
*Crack*
Space split.
Not violently.
Not chaotically.
Clean.
Precise.
A tear opened behind the Null Pantheon.
Not something breaking through.
Something… arriving.
The air shifted.
Not from pressure.
From presence.
The kind that does not announce itself... Yet makes everything else feel lesser by comparison.
The tear widened.
Light did not emerge.
Darkness did not spill out.
Instead… Something stepped closer.
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The first to emerge from the tear in space were the rulers of Olympus themselves.
