As the days stretched on, a strange ripple began to echo across the cosmos.
Powerful seers and long-hidden diviners—beings who hadn't opened their eyes in centuries—suddenly awoke in alarm. Monks in celestial monasteries broke their meditation, their chants faltering as a blinding vision overtook them. Forbidden tomes in arcane towers flipped open of their own accord, pages whispering prophecies not seen since the Old Cycle.
A great ascension just occurred.
But the identity of the one ascending was veiled. No matter how deeply they peered into fate or forced open the seams of time, his name remained cloaked in shadow.
"Impossible…" muttered a cloaked oracle from the Moon Citadel, his voice trembling. "This... presence—it's beyond Ascendants. Yet, the stars do not reveal him."
"Because he walks outside the Wheel," a divine priestess whispered, her golden pupils trembling. "He… defies causality itself."
A few grew fearful. Others grew eager.
