Adam felt the essence in his veins stutter as Marduk completed his reality-reshaping incantation. "Šīmtu šīru mātu šamû." The Akkadian words hung in the air like physical things, each syllable restructuring fundamental laws.
The spell's effect was immediate and devastating. Fate itself crystallised around them—rigid, inescapable predetermination replacing the fluid destiny that mortals knew. The flesh of every living thing on the battlefield became subject to Marduk's will, their bodies moving according to his design rather than their own. The earth responded to his commands like an extension of his body. The sky darkened as he claimed dominion over the heavens themselves.
From the ziggurat tiers, Enlil gripped the stone railing until his knuckles went white. "The spell is working," he breathed, watching as even Tiamat began to convulse under the weight of imposed order. "He's binding them to the fundamental laws."
