Yuria looked at Raka with slight confusion.
In the novel, one rule was repeated clearly there is no such thing as coincidence in this world. Everything follows fate, Every meeting has meaning Every change has a cause But Raka was a variable.
In almost every recorded outcome, Raka died. His survival was never part of the stable path of the world.
Yet here he stood.
Alive.
Carrying the Authority of Frost.
His divinity far higher than it should be at this stage.
That was not a small change.
Yuria herself was also a variable.
But she was not a regressor.
She did not loop through time.
She did return after death.
She was simply someone who knew too much.
And that knowledge alone made her dangerous.
If North did not use Raka properly, the balance of the future would shift in unpredictable ways.
But warning North about his own beloved brother directly was risky.
North trusted her only because she carried the blessing of the Creator.
Even then, his emotions were controlled.
His smiles were measured.
His concern was deliberate.
His silence was guarded.
If she had not known better, she might have believed he relied on her emotionally.
But she knew the truth.
His emotions were fading.
If she wanted his real trust, she needed to prove her worth.
Stopping the God of Recognition from descending would be that proof.
As the golden glow faded, Yuria turned toward Erdaline.
"We can enter the dreamscape," she said calmly, "But we must prepare for the worst possibility."
North looked at her but said nothing.
"One of us may become trapped inside the dream permanently Or the Goddess of Dreams who is closely connected to the God of Space may demand a price we cannot easily pay."
Raka frowned slightly, "You speak as if you know these beings."
Yuria did not hesitate.
"I don't know them personally," she said evenly. "But I have studied what remains of their traces with the blessings of the creator."
North's gaze sharpened,"Explain hearing something unexpected."
Yuria nodded.
"The Primordial Gods do not leave direct records. Their true names are sealed. Even thinking about them too deeply can cause mental collapse."
"But civilizations record what they fear."
"Ancient ruins still exist, Temple walls carved with warnings, Fragments of scripture preserved by accident and Myths that survived even when empires fell."
She continued steadily.
"I compared records from different regions ,Different eras and Different belief systems."
"The names change but The titles do not."
"When separate civilizations describe the same authority with the same patterns, it is not coincidence."
Raka listened carefully.
"The Goddess of Dreams," Yuria continued, "is one of the Primordial beings from the Chaotic Era. She sits within what ancient texts describe as the Supreme goddess,the Twelve Essential Gods who stabilize existence."
"She is called the Veiled Reverie,The Lady of a Thousand Sleeps."
"She governs dreams, memory, illusion, and possibility."
"She is calm when respected."
"She is merciless when challenged."
All people remained silent as they hearing something they know and don't know.
All gods don't have time to study history too deeply instead they focus more in learning how to govern their domain.
Even North who regressed many times only know a bit about the supreme gods since they don't like to interfere with the world too much.
"The head of that Supreme Court is the God of Law."
"The Immutable Throne, The Final Verdict. The One Who Binds."
"He is not simply a ruler He is rule itself."
"Every oath derives authority from him."
"Every contract exists because he allows it."
"If he acknowledges a law, even gods cannot break it."
The air felt heavier as she spoke.
"The God of Death is also a Primordial."
"The Final Silence. The Gentle Reaper."
"He governs endings, not cruelty."
"He closes what must close."
"He is currently hiding in the Small Stone Village."
It was written in novel that after dumping too mush paper work by god of law, he escaped and went for a vacation.
North's eyes shifted slightly, but his expression did not change.
"The God of Time," Yuria continued, "was shaped directly by the Creator."
"When Time was first born, it was not a being, It was essence."
"Endless. Relative."
"He is called the Eternal Current. The Silent Flow."
"Time does not create."
"It does not destroy."
"It gives direction."
"It gives events order."
North asked quietly, "And the God of Space?"
Yuria answered carefully.
"The God of Space is known as the Infinite Expanse. The Boundless Horizon."
"He is described in the oldest ruins as being the same age as Time."
"There are very few direct records."
"Time and Space are often mentioned close together."
"But they are rarely described interacting."
She let that settle without elaboration.
"The Goddess of Light was born when the Creator opened His eyes."
"She is called the First Radiance. The Dawn Sovereign."
"Her authority is revelation."
"She brings clarity where there is confusion."
"She exposes deception without mercy."
"Under her light, nothing remains hidden."
"She can guide civilizations."
"But the same light can burn what it judges unworthy."
"To balance her, the Goddess of Darkness was born."
"She is known as the Veiled Abyss. The Shadow Crown."
"She governs concealment and depth."
"She hides what must be protected."
"She allows wounds to close in silence."
"But darkness can also suffocate."
"It can erase."
"Light reveals."
"Darkness conceals."
"Neither is purely good."
She continued without pause.
"The Goddess of Harmony maintains balance between opposing forces."
"The God of Matter gives weight and structure to reality."
"The God of Chaos governs change and mutation."
"The God of Existence stabilizes reality itself."
"And the Goddess of Life governs growth and evolution."
Raka exhaled slowly. "And you learned all this from ruins?"
"From ruins," Yuria replied. "From preserved myths. From patterns that should not repeat but do."
"I do not speak their true names."
"I do not claim permission."
"I only observe what the world has already recorded."
Silence followed.
The air felt heavier now.
"We are not stepping into a simple dream," Yuria said finally.
"We are entering the domain of a Primordial God."
"This is not rescue."
"It is negotiation."
North's eyes met hers , he understands what she is up to.
"And stopping the God of Recognition," he asked quietly, "will prove your value?"
"Yes."
Her voice did not shake.
Because if she failed,The balance would break.
And Raka's survival might correct itself.
Through death.