The implications of that fact numbed the gathering into silence yet again.
"There's a larger game being played," the Holy Son said quietly. "And right now, we're simply chess pieces moving according to predictable patterns."
Those words landed with far more ominous weight than similar statements earlier. Because now they understood… truly understood, the scale of forces manipulating events. Gods acting in concert. Secrets buried within secrets. Millennia-old entities making moves for the first time in ages.
The Holy Son watched their faces carefully, seeing the grim realization beginning to creep in, the sense of fear and helplessness before such overwhelming conspiracy.
Perfect.
He struck while the iron was hot.
"To stop being pawns," he said with a voice carrying renewed strength, "we must make a move that breaks the pattern. Something unexpected. Something that goes outside the box entirely."
