The world unfolded.
Not in an instant, nor through divine proclamation, but in a gradual, organic bloom. It was not dictated, nor was it imposed—it simply became.
Aiden stood at the heart of it, watching as the formless void turned into a realm of boundless potential. Stars ignited in the vast expanse, rivers of ethereal energy coursed through the sky, and landmasses emerged like the brushstrokes of an unseen artist. The rules of reality were no longer absolute; they were fluid, shaped by the will of those who lived within it.
The countless souls who had once been bound by the Loom of Fate now awoke within this new world. Some stood in awe, uncertain in a reality where destiny no longer dictated their steps. Others, those who had long fought against the chains of predestination, stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with newfound purpose.
And then—
They came.
