Outside the realm of Ixion, a group of individuals clad in pristine white robes observed the tumultuous scene unfolding within the Dimensional World. Across countless planets scattered throughout the cosmos, thunder rumbled incessantly, a portentous display of celestial fury.
"This is surely the wrath of the heavens," remarked one of the robed figures, his voice heavy with solemnity.
Another member of the group ventured a cautious suggestion. "Could it be the handiwork of Rasha?" he pondered aloud.
The group fell into a contemplative silence, considering the implications of such a possibility. However, one among them shook their head in disagreement.
"If it were Rasha, our senses would have detected his presence," they reasoned. "This is something else entirely. Perhaps... fate."
The notion hung heavily in the air, prompting further speculation amongst the group.
