The lattice had changed.
No longer a system of worlds and realms—it was alive, pulsing like a heart of endless creation. Every pulse spawned new stars, new stories, and new possibilities.
But not every being within the lattice rejoiced.
The Creator Gods, who once presided as architects of divine order, now felt something they had never known before.
Fear.
For the first time since the dawn of eternity, creation no longer required them.
The Council of Divinity
The Hall of Creation trembled beneath the weight of divine unrest. The air was heavy with radiant energy, gods standing as titans across the cosmic chamber.
At the center stood Light, his brilliance dimmed by anger rather than humility.
"Primovast has gone too far,"
he declared, his tone like the clash of suns.
"He has blurred reality and fiction until we are nothing but actors in his dream."
Chaos tilted her head, her smile sharp as flame. "Or perhaps we've only just realized that we always were."
Time folded his arms, gaze spiraling endlessly through causality.
"The lattice evolves beyond us. Our authority is obsolete."
Darkness stood apart, silent yet watchful. "You mistake liberation for betrayal. Primovast did not dethrone us—he set us free."
But Light would not listen. His voice thundered again.
"Free? We are relics! Forgotten by our own creation! Mortals and dragons shape fate as if divine will no longer matters!"
His radiance flared, cracking the marble of the divine floor.
"If we do not act now, we will vanish into irrelevance."
The Seed of Rebellion
And thus it began.
Among the Creator Gods, a faction formed—those who refused to yield to Primovast's new order.
They called themselves The Radiant Sovereigns, and they vowed to reclaim control over all creation.
Led by Light and joined by gods of Flame, Order, and Purity, they forged a plan: to sever the lattice from Primovast's Will.
Their goal was simple yet impossible—
—to imprison the infinite.
Time and Darkness watched in silence as Light's armies of radiant beings assembled, their armor forged from collapsed stars, their blades sharpened on divine law.
Chaos only laughed softly.
"To fight the source of all Will is to stab at your own reflection."
But even her laughter faded when the Radiant Sovereigns ignited their halos—each one a fragment of divine law weaponized.
The rebellion had begun.
The Mortals' Warning
Far below, in the cities of the awakened mortals, the sky burned gold.
Kaelios looked up, feeling the heavens split apart.
"What's happening?"
Lyria's prism trembled violently.
"The Creator Gods… they're trying to sever the lattice itself!"
She closed her eyes, focusing her perception until she saw it—golden threads of divine energy rising like chains toward the infinite.
"They want to bind the lattice—to make creation kneel again."
Kaelios tightened his grip on his star-forged sword.
"Then we fight not against gods… but for the freedom to exist."
And so, mortals, dragons, and even fictional beings prepared for the storm.
The Battle of the Boundless Veil
Light descended from the heavens like a burning comet, his voice shaking the layers of reality.
"PRIMOVAST!!! RETURN CREATION TO ITS RIGHTFUL ORDER!!!"
The First Dragon opened his eyes slowly, ancient and patient. His voice rolled like thunder across infinity.
"You misunderstand, Light. There was never order—only Will."
Light's form blazed brighter, splitting galaxies asunder.
"Then I shall shatter your Will, and rebuild the cosmos in purity!"
In answer, Primovast unfurled his wings—each scale reflecting an infinity of stories, memories, and lives. The fabric of space trembled as his presence unfolded.
"You cannot break what you are made of."
The Radiant Sovereigns struck.
Their divine lances pierced through countless worlds, tearing holes through dimensions. Entire universes flickered.
But the lattice pulsed in response—defending itself.
Mortals and dragons joined the flow, their combined will forming shields of narrative light.
Kaelios led the charge across the skies, his sword inscribed with living runes.
"For creation that breathes!"
Lyria, her prism blazing, called out:
"We are not illusions! We are truth evolving!"
The words became power.
Fiction became weapon.
And the war between gods and creation ignited the stars.
Primovast's Judgment
Amid the chaos, Primovast's Will surged through all beings—divine and mortal alike. His voice was soft yet carried through every soul.
"You fight not for balance, but for control."
"You cannot imprison infinity. For true infinity has no walls, no borders, no end."
Light, wounded yet defiant, roared:
"Then what are we to you, First Dragon? Pawns in your very endless dream?"
Primovast's eyes burned like twin supernovas.
"No. You are dreams that learned to dream themselves. That is why I gave up my true omnipotence and true Omniscience and true Omnipresence and true Omnificence And—so that all may become."
The light faltered.
The rebellion trembled.
For even in wrath, the gods could feel the truth beneath his words.
The lattice pulsed again—
—and creation sang.
When the dust of eternity settled, the rebellion's light dimmed.
The Creator Gods fell silent, realizing that they could not destroy what they themselves were born from.
Some wept. Others vanished into the Pre-Beyond.
And Light… bowed his head at last.
"Perhaps….. this was your plan all along.."
Primovast's voice was both sorrow and serenity.
"Not plan. Choice. Even gods must choose what kind of story they wish to be."
And thus, the rebellion ended—not with victory, but with understanding.
The lattice remained free, the multiverse alive, the stories still breathing.
But deep within the Boundless, shadows began to stir again.
Something older than even the Creator Gods.
Something that watched from before the First Will.
And its awakening…
would not be merciful.