The silence that followed Rex's declaration was not merely a pause in conversation; it was a heavy, suffocating pressure, the kind of stillness that precedes a tectonic shift. The air in the room felt thick, charged with the terrifying realization that they weren't just fighting a political faction or a rogue army; they were fighting a cosmic immune response.
"If her designation is genuinely divine class," the divination representative said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to wrap her mind around the sheer scale of the revelation, "then we aren't talking about a woman with a grand delusion."
"We are talking about a fundamental truth seen through a specific, terrifying lens."
"Her perception isn't a lie; it is a reading of real, objective data through a divine framework."
"The framework might be biased, and the god's priorities might be alien to our own, but she isn't misreading the world."
"She is seeing a truth we are blind to."
