The first sunrise without Heaven’s oversight felt… wrong.
Not dark.
Not cursed.
Simply unclaimed.
The light spilled across Blackthorne’s walls without divine calibration, coloring stone and frost with uneven gold that did not carry blessing, omen, or warning. It was just sunlight—wild, imperfect, and suddenly answering to no one.
For the first time in memory, the world woke up without instructions.
The reaction was not unity.
It was panic.
Across the dominions, the collapse of singular divinity sent shockwaves through every tier of mortal and divine society. Shrines that had regulated entire civilizations now sat inert and mute. Priests wandered their temples like abandoned custodians in a museum of dead certainty. Packs that had relied on prophetic cycles awoke without guidance on
