Tezcatlipoca followed the silent, commanding figure of Nyx through the echoing vastness of the Empyrean.
The air here was heavy with a power so fundamental it felt less like energy and more like absolute, inescapable law.
He was acutely aware of every step, his nervousness a tight knot in his chest, making it hard for him to breath.
He keeps telling himself to relax, but how could he? He was about to petition the strongest being in all of known reality—the Anchor of the Hyperverse.
The being who was the first to defeat an Outer One, the first being in all of existence to ascend passed godhood and reach the legendary realm of Transcendence.
If he messed up and failed to have Hades agree for them to merge with the Hyperverse, that would meant not just his death, but the conceptual extinction of his entire surviving pantheon.
Without a universe, they will be nomad drifting into the void, becoming a food for the Outer Ones.
