The sky did not simply fracture.
It split apart.
A single line of radiant gold carved across the deathmist-choked heavens, as though reality itself had been peeled open. The crack expanded instantly, and from beyond it, something vast began to descend.
A finger.
Enormous. Absolute.
It emerged slowly at first, its surface glowing with dense golden light, countless runes flowing across it in layered sequences too complex to fully grasp at a glance. Each rune shifted continuously, forming and reforming, as if rewriting the laws around it with every fraction of descent.
The pressure reached us before the finger did. The illusion of my domain shattered instantly. The ancient tablet silhouette fractured, its authority collapsing like glass under a weight it could not resist. The violet Essence under my control recoiled violently, forced back into stillness.
I did not move.
I watched.
