The mention of Inadrys carried a weight that seemed to compress the very fabric of divine reality.
"Your interference," Saubras emphasised, each word a precise instrument of divine reprimand, "threatens the carefully constructed mechanisms we have maintained across human civilizations. The Daryen Valley was never to be a battleground for your personal vendetta."
Hesuas attempted to interject, but Saubras's raised hand silenced him—a gesture that carried absolute authority. The divine hierarchy was not a democracy but a meticulously structured system of power and consequence.
"Restrain yourselves," the directive came like a final judgement. "No more direct interventions. No more manipulations of human narratives. The balance must be maintained."
A warning had been issued. And in the realm of divine politics, warnings were more potent than any physical confrontation.
