While Kael searched for succession, humanity reached for divinity.
A movement spread rapidly the Cult of Restoration. They claimed the gods could be reforged. That fragments of divine essence still existed, waiting to be gathered.
They were not entirely wrong.
Kael felt their rituals tug at the fractured remnants scattered across the world. Every attempt weakened the seal slightly not enough to break it, but enough to wake what slept beyond.
He intervened openly for the first time in centuries.
The cult called him a liar.
A jailer.
A false god hoarding power.
The irony cut deep.