As the god stood alone in the vastness of his domain, suspended in a timeless expanse of shimmering light and shadow, his mind continued to focus on the mortal who intrigued him—Rui. From this distant, ethereal realm, the god watched as Rui's journey unfolded, noting the boy's trials, his internal struggle, and the raw potential that burned within him. Unlike the other gods who sought brute force and instant results, this god saw a deeper strategy. He understood the true nature of power—it wasn't just about strength; it was about wisdom and endurance. Rui was a unique thread in the vast web of fate, one that could either blaze bright or flicker out.
His realm was a carefully ordered space, each wave of energy and shift of light calculated and precise. The god was not all-powerful—he was restricted by the delicate balance he maintained. He did not meddle in the mortal realm lightly, and yet, Rui's potential called to him. This boy could shape the balance of the universe, and he wasn't about to let that go unnoticed.
Rui had faced challenges already, testing his resolve. His strength was apparent, but his hesitation—his fear of fully embracing the power within him—was just as clear. The god had seen this before. The key to greatness wasn't raw ability, it was the mastery of one's own fear and limitations. So, the god made a decision. He would give Rui a gift—something forbidden, something that should never be granted to mortals.
This god, though a Sector God, was not one to follow every divine rule. In a rare act of defiance, he conjured a delicate piece of paper, inscribed with a forbidden blessing that would remove the natural limits of Rui's human form. It was a dangerous gift, one that could either elevate the boy or break him. The god knew the risks, but his curiosity was too great. Rui had to be pushed, nudged toward greatness.
The god allowed the paper to materialize before him. Its golden light shimmered faintly, a symbol of immense power etched into its surface. He could sense the potential within it—the ability to change a mortal beyond recognition. With a thought, the god sent the gift toward Rui. Though Rui wouldn't feel it directly, the weight of the god's presence, the pull of this power, would be felt deep within his essence.
Rui stood still, unaware of the god's influence as the world around him seemed to shift, if only subtly. His body felt lighter, stronger. He couldn't pinpoint the cause, but something had changed. The veil that had once restricted him, the natural limitations of his human form, had been lifted—whether he realized it or not. The god had acted as a quiet observer, waiting to see how Rui would cope with the new power coursing through him.
In the god's domain, his golden eyes gleamed, watching with a mix of curiosity and patience. The future was unfolding, and Rui was a key player in it. His journey, his growth, it was just beginning. The god smiled, knowing that the trials ahead would forge Rui into something far greater than he could imagine.
The boy would face many challenges, but only through the trials, only through the gradual breaking of his own limits, would he become a force capable of standing against the other gods and the complex balance of the universe. The god's manipulation of fate had begun, and Rui would be its instrument.
And in the quiet silence of his domain, the god leaned back into the shadows, watching as the boy began to take his first steps toward something far beyond what he could ever understand.