The golden mist that had been swirling across the heavens began to gather at a single point, thickening until it no longer resembled mist at all but liquid light flowing down from the sky. The very air trembled.
The ground beneath every genius shook as a deafening hum spread through the core region, echoing across mountains, valleys, and ruins alike. The world itself seemed to be resonating with the divine energy that was descending from above.
The sky darkened, yet it wasn't the darkness of clouds or night. It was the overwhelming brilliance of the divine glow, so intense that it drowned out all other light.
Streaks of gold and silver intertwined, forming vast circular patterns that stretched across the heavens like the eye of a god staring down at the mortals below. From the center of that heavenly vortex, a colossal shadow began to emerge.
The Divine Platform was finally descending.
