The Court did not adjourn.
It widened.
The Celestial Threshold rippled outward like glass struck by a sound too deep to hear. New platforms ignited in distant arcs, each one anchoring a presence the original gods had not summoned—but invited.
The Vote of Gods was not consensus.
It was exposure.
Hidden powers stepped forward from places long written out of worship.
The Forgotten.
The Exiled.
The Titans bound beneath oaths older than the Moon’s cycles.
Beings that did not belong to Heaven’s current hierarchy—but had helped shape the rules it now enforced.
Their arrival bled pressure into the Threshold like gravity re-learning how to pull.
Kael felt it as teeth along his spine.
“They weren’t going to let this stay internal,” he muttered.
“No,” I said quietly. “They want witnesses
