The Celestial Threshold did not exist in the sky.
It existed in the pause between truths.
We crossed into it through a fault in the world that only opened when enough power pressed against reality at once. No gate. No arch. Just a moment where space forgot which side it belonged to—and allowed us through.
Kael felt it like ice snapping beneath his feet.
One step he stood on Blackthorne stone.
The next, he stood nowhere that obeyed direction.
The air shimmered with impossible clarity—too sharp, too clean. Light came from no source, yet everything gleamed as if polished by eternity itself. Beneath them stretched a vast expanse of translucent floor veined with slow-moving constellations, each star drifting like a living thought.
Above them—
Nothing.
And somehow everything.
The gods
