The weight arrives quietly.
Not as punishment.
Not as judgment.
As gravity.
It finds those who thought they stood apart first.
The merchants who once profited from certainty now discover how quickly markets punish hesitation. Without divine guarantees, trade becomes negotiation again. Losses stick. Gains require patience. A man who once blamed Heaven for shortages now stares at his own ledgers and understands something he never had to before.
There is no one else to blame.
He sits with that truth until it stops shaking his hands.
It finds the leaders next.
Not with mobs.
Not with revolt.
With questions.
“Why did you choose this route?”
“Why did you deny that request?”
“Why was my village last on the list?”
Kael answers them all.
Sometimes with reasons.
Sometimes with apolo
