The truth was a heavy burden, and Orion carried it alone.
There were matters he simply could not voice. His understanding of the world's fundamental architecture—forged through the act of creation itself—went far beyond the comprehension of his peers. If he did not guard these secrets, Kairon, Seraphina, and Evander would remain blissfully ignorant.
The reality was far grimmer than a mere invasion. The encroaching dimension was not just bridging a connection to the Titanion Realm, as the Emerald Dream Realm did. It was overwriting it. It was a hostile merger of physics and metaphysics.
The consequences were already manifesting. The native laws of nature were fracturing, making way for a rapid, aggressive evolution of local fauna. specifically, the insects.
Orion extended his senses. His divine perception swept across his territory until it snagged on an anomaly in the north.
The Black Forest
