The tremors from Eldrigan's revelation still hadn't settled. Whispers still danced through the group. Ideation, Gecisia Two?And yet, no one could deny it: they had just witnessed a marvel.
Vastarael Richinaria stepped forward. He hadn't said anything and no one prompted him.
"Wait. You're going now? You're usually the one who waits till the end for dramatic effect," Elyonari teased, half expecting him to smirk.
But he didn't.
The others parted without hesitation, and even Sireth, the Seventh Hydrangea lowered his head slightly as Vastarael approached the Obelisk. Vastarael reached the towering spire. He placed his palm on it and the world cracked.
A quake, burst outward from the base of the obelisk, splitting the very platform they stood on with thin, glowing fissures. The Obelisk gave an otherworldly vibration that struck the soul directly, bypassing ears and logic altogether.
The sky turned black. The sun vanished like someone had snatched it from the heavens. And above the Obelisk, the clouds parted like curtains torn open by divine hands. From the heavens, a beam of light so impossibly bright and supernaturally immense, descended and struck the Obelisk.
It wasn't a singular color. It was blue and gold. The impact released a resonance wave that shattered the sound barrier, and for just a moment, the entire island of Nyramith felt it. Every Divine on the island, every Hydroborn child, every spirit beast in the jungles, looked up as the beam illuminated the southern coast. The glyphs etched into the Obelisk began to carve themselves as if reality itself was struggling to hold the truth it was about to reveal.
GECISIA LEVEL ONE — CAUSALITY: TIME
STATUS: ELIGIBLE FOR THE SEVENTH TRIAL, VIRELLASTIA
Sireth staggered back.
"He… he's eligible. The Seventh Trial… Virellastia already?"
"That's not possible," Peroncerea muttered. "You said only those at the Sixth Enlightenment get called for that."
Elyonari had dropped to her knees without realizing it, her hands trembling.
"That light… I felt it in my bones. Veneri, that was…"
Adelasta looked toward the sky with a blank stare.
"The Primordials."
"Huh?" Xander turned.
Adelasta slowly looked toward him. "The Primordials saw him. And they accepted him. He's been recognized… as a Split."
"A Split?"
Narisva's eyes had darkened with calculation. She sighed as she explained to them.
"A Split is a candidate chosen by the Primordials to potentially ascend into a Supreme Entity. It means his soul isn't just divine. It's fractured between divinity and cosmic authority."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Vastarael shrugged faintly, finally stepping back from the Obelisk as he faded Elyonari.
"Because it doesn't change what I have to do. I'm still one of the ten. I still have trials to go through. Being recognized doesn't mean I've earned anything."
Sireth was visibly rattled. "That's… incredibly wise of you. Most Divines would've lost their minds with pride."
"I'm not most Divines. I never asked to be a Split."
Adelasta approached and gently touched his shoulder. "But you were born to be one."
"Maybe. But it's not just my life anymore."
Elyonari joined them, looking up at the sky where the beam had vanished.
"You still planning to roast meat later, or did being a cosmic anomaly ruin your appetite?"
"Meat's still meat."
The others finally relaxed. That's when Narisva Starisnova rolled her neck with an audible crack and smirked.
"Well, I guess it's my turn to break the sky."
The others glanced toward her, some still in awe from what they had just witnessed, others skeptical.
"You gonna try to outdo him?"
"Outdo?" Narisva scoffed. "No, Denisia. Just… to join the damn club."
"Wait, what?"
Narisva approached the Obelisk. Vastarael didn't say anything. He just crossed his arms and smiled. Because he knew. He was the only one who knew. Narisva lifted her left hand lazily and placed her fingers onto the stone surface.
"Let's get this over with."
The same force appeared as before. The same earth-splitting tremor, only this time the air wasn't crushed. It was bent. The sky didn't turn black. It turned prismatic, like a night canvas drowned in stars. Every celestial body above the island pulsed once. A beam of star-forged light descended.
The starlight pierced the heavens, slamming into the Obelisk with no less force than Vastarael's, but with an entirely different weight. GIt wasn't the weight of time. It was the weight of distance, gravitational law and cosmic orientation itself. The runes carved into the Obelisk flared with swirling galaxies instead of symbols and they etched a name that made the very concept of location flinch.
GECISIA LEVEL ONE CAUSALITY: SPACE
STATUS: ELIGIBLE FOR THE SEVENTH TRIAL, VIRELLASTIA
The gasp this time was not just shock. It was disbelief. Adelasta's mouth dropped open.
"Causality again!?"
Xander just muttered, "Two of them? You're kidding me."
Peroncerea was still frozen. "That's not… that's not supposed to happen…"
Even Sireth took a step backward. "I… I've never seen two Split acknowledgments…"
Narisva dropped her hand from the stone as if it had gotten boring. She sighed dramatically.
"Guess I should've told you all years ago."
Elyonari squinted. "Wait. What?"
"I'm a Split. Yeah, yeah. Supreme Entity candidate and all that. I've been one for a while. Veneri knew, obviously."
"You knew?" Xander turned to Vastarael.
He simply nodded.
"I was gonna say something," Narisva said, brushing imaginary dust from her shorts, "but we were busy dealing with all the Krepsunas trying to kill us, remember?"
The entire group stared, stunned, caught with the slow creeping realization that two of their members weren't just elites. They were cosmic rarities. Xander blinked and crossed her arms.
"Okay, this is ridiculous. First he breaks time, and now she bends space?"
Narisva turned, her starry eyes shimmering and walked casually back toward Vastarael. She stopped beside him, tilted her head, and smirked at the group.
"Well, now you know. I'm not just hot, I'm celestial."
Eldrigan looked between Vastarael and Narisva and narrowed his eyes in thought.
"If you're both Splits, what are the odds two Supreme Entities come from the same Generation?"
Sireth finally managed to speak. "There is no record of two Splits forming from the same cohort in Spheraphasean history. The Primordials must see something… deeper. Something apocalyptic or transcendent is coming."
Vastarael didn't say anything. Narisva turned to him, brushing her hand across his shoulder.
"Well, guess we'll find out what, partner."
And with that, she leaned slightly closer to him and whispered, just for him to hear:
"Let's ascend and break this reality together."
The final trial had spoken twice and Adelasta remained.
"So it's just me. I'm not even amazed. I'm sure I'll get an Elemental Divinity because of my flames..."