One up, one down, one positive, one negative, like two magnets attracting and repelling each other, floating up and sinking down.
These two planes were far from stabilized, their powers still varied greatly, but compared to the beginning, the force needed to keep them stable was not as strong anymore.
Standing in the chaotic void, with his left hand smoothing out the conflicts between planes, Laine gazed at the outside world, at the extraordinary phenomena between Heaven and Earth, and at the location of Olympus.
There, a breath of air that transcended all other deities was gradually gathering. Yet for some reason, this aura felt different to Laine, not resembling the Primordial Gods, but involving something else.
Perhaps it was the order of the present world, perhaps the reversal of fate, or maybe something else. In any case, this was not a simple ascension, nor did Laine believe Zeus could inexplicably advance further just by relying on his godhood.
So...
"Hmm... Liana."
