The faint sound of crackling glass alerted the two goddesses of the recent developments regarding the crack they were supposed to fix. Unlike what they expected whenever their elder brother Brahma set out to fix things, the crack was slowly starting to grow, raw Chaos spurting out in thin streams despite the God of Creation's best efforts.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Solis asked.
"This crack's more stubborn than I thought," Brahma replied with a hint of confusion in his voice. "Such a wound on the Deep Blue... Why is my power not fixing it as quickly?"
True enough, despite the literal God of Creation exerting his Aspect over it, the crack refused to disappear. Instead, it fought back against his will, motes of raw Chaos rebuffing the earthen glow of his power while also ensuring that the crack grew ever larger by the second.
"Do you need help?" Nyx quickly asked.
