Book Three – Chapter 7
The Creator's Judgment
The gigantic hand descended from the fractured heavens.
It was not made of flesh.
It shimmered with galaxies, stars, and rivers of light flowing beneath translucent skin. Every movement echoed through creation itself.
The Guardians stood frozen.
Even the Void King lowered his head.
The First Guardian whispered, "The One Who Began All Things..."
The hand stopped above the First Tree.
Then, slowly, a figure stepped through the broken sky.
The being appeared neither man nor woman, old nor young.
Its robes were woven from starlight.
Its eyes held the birth of every sunrise and the end of every age.
Its voice was calm.
Yet it carried the weight of eternity.
"Creation has lost its balance."
Every Guardian instinctively knelt.
Only Ly
