God of Judgment Minatous sat upon his obsidian throne in the Temple of Verdict, his expression darkening as the energy around him flickered and stuttered.
One by one, the ritual offerings that had flowed into his dominion—the chants, the sacrifices, the blood oaths and trial ceremonies—faded into silence.
The golden light of his divine pillars dimmed. His brow twitched, and he clenched the armrest of his throne hard enough to crack it.
"What… is this?"
He hissed, rising to his feet.
He cast his divine perception down to the mortal world, intending to see which priest or region had disrupted the sacred rites.
But the moment his will descended, he was shoved back violently, as if slammed by an invisible wall.
For a god who presided over balance, law, and order, it was an affront of the highest level.
Minatous's eyes widened.
"Impossible. Who dares—?"
