Commander Kaela Voss stood at the edge of the city wall, her eyes fixed on the sky that was no longer the sky she knew.
The stars were rearranging themselves. Constellations she had known since childhood were twisting, dissolving, reforming into patterns that made no sense. The moon was flickering, like a candle about to go out. The clouds were moving in directions that defied the wind. Reality itself was coming undone.
"The Creator," she whispered. "It's really happening."
Commander Thorne stood beside her, his face pale and drawn. He was an old soldier, but his hands were shaking now. "What do we do, Commander? How do we fight a god?"
Kaela's jaw tightened. "We fight like we always have. We protect our people. We don't give up."
"But how? The Creator is rewriting reality itself."
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