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The day of the ceremony arrived without omen.
No thunder split the heavens.
No stars fell out of alignment.
No divine bells rang to announce destiny's approach.
And yetâ
Every god knew.
The Divine Realm itself felt tighter, as if reality had drawn a breath and was holding it.
I arrived at the center of the Divine Realm early, standing among the gathered God Kings, watching expressions shaped by confidence, calculation, anticipationâand, in a few rare cases, unease.
This was not merely a ritual.
It was a gamble against the structure of existence.
Eighteen God Kings stood present.
Dragons coiled within pillars of law.
Plant Gods rooted their authority into space itself.
Beast God Kings radiated primordial dominance.
Human God KingsâKindness, Evil, Slaughter, Order, Memoryâstood quietly, observant rather than imposing.
And at the very centerâ
The Dragon God.
Fused with the Divine Realm Core, his presence anchored the entire gathering. The core pulsed slowly behind him, a sphere of condensed law and infinite authority, radiating power sufficient to birth or erase galaxies.
The Dragon God's voice rolled across the assembly.
"Listen carefully."
Every God King turned their attention toward him.
"This ritual is not combat," he said. "But it is more dangerous than war."
He gestured, and spatial projections unfoldedâcomplex, layered formations outlining the ceremony's structure.
"You will each take a position," he continued. "Your role is not interference, but stabilization."
His gaze swept across the assembly.
"Maintain law integrity. Suppress anomalies. Prevent external intrusion."
A pause.
"And above allâdo not act independently."
That last line carried weight.
Even among God Kings, obedience was rare.
But todayâ
No one objected.
At the heart of the formation, nearest to the Divine Realm Core, stood the Dragon Prince.
Youngâby divine standards.
Yet his bloodline shimmered with purity unmatched by any other dragon present. Golden scales traced his form, each one a perfect conduit of law.
He was nervous.
He hid it wellâbut not from me.
This was the moment he would inherit more than a throne.
He would inherit responsibility for an entire realm.
I stepped forward.
Not toward the Dragon Godâ
But toward the Dragon Prince.
He noticed me immediately.
"God of Humanity," he said respectfully, inclining his head. "Is something the matter?"
I hesitated.
Just for a fraction of a second.
Images flashed through my mind.
The original outcome.
The failed ascension.
The collapse.
The war.
The Dragon God's fall.
The devastation that followed.
I wanted to warn him.
To tell him to slow down.
To tell him to refuse.
To tell him that power seized too early becomes poison.
I opened my mouthâ
And felt it.
A pressure.
Not from the Divine Realm.
Not from the Dragon God.
But from karma itself.
The moment I framed the warning, the connection snapped into clarity.
If I spokeâ
If I interfered directlyâ
The karmic backlash would not fall on me alone.
I was no longer merely an individual god.
I was the God of Humanity.
My words carried the weight of an entire race.
If I altered this moment by forceâ
Humanity would bear the consequence.
Not immediately.
Not visibly.
But inevitably.
Wars.
Suppression.
Misfortune woven subtly into fate.
I closed my mouth.
The Dragon Prince waited, puzzled.
Then I smiled faintly.
"Nothing," I said. "I wish you clarity."
He nodded, accepting it without suspicion.
I turned away.
Some lessons cannot be taught.
They must be lived.
I approached the Dragon God next.
He was already focused, senses stretched across the Divine Realm, monitoring every anchored God King and law node.
"Do not disconnect the Akashic Record," I said quietly.
His eyes flicked toward me.
"I remember," he replied. "It remains linked to the Core."
"For the entire duration," I emphasized. "No matter what happens."
The Dragon God studied me for a moment longer than usual.
Then he nodded once.
"It will remain."
That was enough.
With final instructions issued, the Dragon God raised his claw.
"Begin positioning."
Space unfolded.
One by one, God Kings departed, moving to their assigned stabilizing points across the Divine Realm.
Each position glowed briefly as authority anchored itself.
Law lattice nodes activated.
Dimensional tension equalized.
Faith currents slowed to a controlled flow.
Within momentsâ
Only two figures remained at the center.
The Dragon God.
And the Dragon Prince.
The rest of us stood watch from afar, guardians rather than participants.
The Divine Realm grew eerily quiet.
The Dragon God turned toward the Divine Realm Core.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
The Dragon Prince swallowed, then nodded.
"Yes."
The Dragon God placed one claw upon the core.
The Divine Realm responded instantly.
The pulse accelerated.
Space tightened.
Authority surged.
"I initiate the Realm Ascension Ritual," the Dragon God declared.
And activated the Divine Realm Core.
The core flared.
Not violentlyâ
But decisively.
Layers of law peeled back, exposing deeper structures beneath. Dimensional pressure climbed as the Divine Realm began preparing to shed its current framework.
Across the realm, God Kings felt it.
A shift.
Like the ground tilting beneath reality.
I stood perfectly still, watching everything through calm, sharpened awareness.
The Akashic Record, still linked to the core, awakened.
Information flowed.
Not as dataâ
But as history in motion.
Every fluctuation.
Every resonance.
Every micro-adjustment of law.
All of it was being recorded.
For the first time in existenceâ
A realm's ascension was not just happening.
It was being remembered.
As the ritual advanced beyond its point of no return, I felt it.
The moment destiny committed.
There would be no stopping it now.
Successâ
Or collapse.
The Dragon God stood firm, pouring authority into the core.
The Dragon Prince followed precisely, bloodline resonance amplifying the process.
The Divine Realm trembledânot in fear, but strain.
I folded my hands behind my back.
History was moving.
And for the first timeâ
I did not intervene.
I watched.
Because sometimesâ
Even gods must let the heavens prove whether they deserve to rise.
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