The Parliament of Glass existed in a sector of the void where even the ambient light of the multiversal mirrors dared not trespass. It was a constructed dimension. It was built by the oldest Overlords to serve as a neutral ground for the apex predators of the Grand Reality.
The floor was a single pane of reflection. The sky was an endless expanse of absolute nothingness.
Today, the Parliament was not filled with the usual arrogant silence of unchallenged gods. It was vibrating with a frequency that mortal minds would interpret as pure, unfiltered panic.
Seven Multiversal Overlords had answered the emergency summons. They were entities of incomprehensible scale. They usually spent their eternities cultivating their own clusters of realities, treating the Omniverse as a quiet garden meant only for their enjoyment. Now, they were gathered in a tight circle, projecting the final memories of the crystallized time monolith into the center of the room.
