Raindrops fell over the village, soft and even. Each droplet followed a perfect path, avoiding destruction. Crops absorbed the water exactly as needed.
Ren Kai stepped outside. His small presence did nothing outwardly obvious, yet every being—plants, animals, humans—felt an unspoken reassurance. Storms elsewhere faltered without cause; the rain here was gentle, precise.
Aria tilted her head, noticing the pattern.
"It's… perfect," she whispered.
The world itself paused to align with him, unneeded intervention yet complete omnipotence in effect.