The moment Ikenga stepped back across the boundary and materialized within his own realm, an eager laughter rippled through the shared telepathic connection of the sibling gods.
"I cannot wait for the fruition of your plan, brother," Crepuscular's voice echoed, dripping with cold amusement. "It has been far too long since we have truly been able to stretch out our limbs in this world."
Hearing his brother's voice, a slow satisfied smile spread across Ikenga's face.
This was the deepest, most carefully guarded layer of his entire design. The true objective wasn't just resource manipulation, economic domination, or even the salvation of his nephew Tide. The Mage Towers were a catalyst designed to push the arrognat Paragons into a corner, forcing them to break the absolute cosmic rules that currently held the Origin Gods back from directly interfering in the mortal plane.
