Before that day, the world was ordinary.
Wars were fought with words and money more than weapons. Nations argued on screens while people argued in comment sections. Faith still existed, but it was quiet, private, debated and questioned. Gods were ideas, history and culture. Something people believed in when it was convenient, doubted when it was not.
The world thought it had outgrown divinity.
At 08:46 AM, satellites all over the planet detected the first anomaly.
For a fraction of a second, instruments recorded something impossible, a region of space where laws stopped recording information, a moment when reality went quiet.
And then suddenly, everything was normal.
Engineers blamed a malfunction.
They would soon regret that assumption.
At 09:02 AM, the earth trembled.
Not violently.
Just enough for coffee cups to ripple and hanging lights to sway.
Earthquakes were a regular occurrence, but this one was small on the scale, shallow and widespread. Too widespread. Seismologists frowned at their screens as fault lines all over whole continents reacted at the same time.
This wasn't tectonic.
Something was pressing against the planet.
At 09:17 AM, the sky changed.
Clouds stopped moving.
Airplanes were hit with suddent bouts of turbulence without any accompanying winds. Birds were petrified in midair, with their wings locked in a position as if held in place by invisible hands, before falling helplessly back to earth. They were not dead but confused.
Everywhere in the world, people looked up.
And for the first time in centuries, humanity felt watched.
The oceans reacted at 09:31 AM.
Tides were reversed for exactly seven seconds.
Waves pulled backward from shorelines, exposing ocean floors never meant to be seen. Ships tilted as water rushed beneath them, alarm systems screaming as pressure readings went insane.
Then suddenly, the sea went back in place.
Ports were destroyed. Coastal cities were flooded. Not by storms, but by obedience, as if the water itself had received an order.
At 09:44 AM, every religious structure on Earth reacted.
Temples, churches, mosques, shrines whether ancient or modern, forgotten or famous vibrated. Bells rang out without being touched by human hands. Others cracked, glowing faintly with symbols unknown to all.
In Rome, the Vatican locked itself down amidst blaring warning sirens.
In Mecca, people were collapsing because of the heavy air.
In the ruins of forgotten temples buried under cities, something ancient stirred.
Faith which was long dismissed answered back.
Then, at 10:03 AM, the first structure emerged
There was no warning, no construction.
A castle, vast and impossible, rose from the earth in the heart of Central Asia. Its walls were forged from layers of obsidian-black rock, molten gold veins, and emerald crystal, fused together in patterns resembling dragon scales.
Satellites caught the image.
Governments panicked.
Then more appeared.
A palace of white and gold emerged from beneath a European capital.
A towering spire pierced the clouds in Central America.
A colossal temple surfaced from a desert of Africa, untouched by erosion.
Every structure radiated something different.
Heat.
Cold.
Pressure.
Longing
Onlookers were falling to the ground, not injured, but overwhelmed, crying, kneeling, whispering prayers.
At 10:34 AM, the sun dimmed.
Astronomers screamed in horror as readings dropped impossibly low, then stabilized. The light felt heavier, older. Shadows stretched wrong, bending toward nothing.
At the same moment, clocks across the world went out of sync. Atomic time lost accuracy. Digital systems went offline. Some clocks ran backward for seconds, while others skipped ahead.
Time itself had flinched.
At 10:52 AM, humanity understood the truth.
This wasn't invasion.
This wasn't alien contact.
This was the return of something far greater.
Every myth. Every forgotten god. Every dismissed legend—pieces of a truth humanity had buried under progress and pride.
They had never left.
They had been sleeping.
At 11:08 AM, the world's leaders attempted control.
Emergency broadcasts flooded every channel. Martial law was declared in dozens of countries. The military deployed troops in regions near the emerging structures.
Missiles were prepared.
But they were never launched.
Because at 11:12 AM, one whole mountain vanished.
It was not destroyed or exploded. It was simply erased.
A peak reduced to a smooth emptiness, as if it had never existed.
The message was clear.
By noon, religions surged overnight.
People knelt in streets. Converted in panic. Repented aloud. Others screamed in denial, calling it mass hysteria, simulation, illusion.
But illusion did not suppress cities with mere gravity.
Illusion did not command oceans.
Illusion did not silence the sky.
By evening, the gods revealed themselves but not in a direct manner.
The world was divided.
Zones of influence formed naturally around the divine structures. Each region felt different. Lighter. Heavier. Warmer. Colder. Kinder. Crueler.
People learned quickly.
Where you lived determined which god watched you.
And whether you were blessed… or merely tolerated.
That night, humanity did not sleep.
The stars looked closer.
The air felt crowded.
And for the first time since civilization began, the dominant species on Earth realized something horrifyingly simple:
They were no longer alone at the top.
The age of humans had ended.
The age of Supremes had begun.