The empty, white space of the God Antechamber felt heavy with the weight of Xylar's words. The God Games, the rivalries, the cheers of the crowd all of it felt like a distant dream from a simpler time.
They were no longer champions of a game; they were soldiers who had just been shown the face of a war that could end everything.
The Silent King is not an enemy you can fight with ships and weapons, the Regent's thoughts continued, pulling their attention back to the vision of the god verse.
The beautiful web of light flickered. Its influence is more subtle. It is a slow poison to reality itself.
The Regent raised its hand of swirling stars, and the vision changed. They were no longer looking at the vast network of sectors.
Instead, they were focused on a single, vibrant world. It was a beautiful planet, with green continents, blue oceans, and bustling cities that glowed with life. It looked happy. It looked peaceful.
