Point of View: Genesis
The silence in the office was comforting.
There were no sounds, no movement, no interruptions. Just a calm… a perfect one.
An ideal environment to work.
"Well…" I murmured softly. "Let's see how things are going."
I closed my eyes.
The moment my consciousness expanded, I was no longer in the office.
The main plane unfolded before me.
Not like a map.
Not like an image.
But as a living reality.
Thousands… no, millions of points of activity moved at the same time, each with its own intention, its own urgency, its own story.
And amidst all of that…
Chaos.
The abominations.
My attention focused first on Arcadia.
What I saw… didn't surprise me, but it exceeded expectations.
"Well…"
The number of abominations was disproportionate.
Even during the day, the pressure around the city was evident. The abominations gathered in numbers that doubled—or even tripled—normal records.
Three times.
Maybe four.
And they were still increasing.
The walls held. The primordials responded efficiently.
But this… wasn't natural.
I shifted my perception.
Other cities.
Ursaia.
Atlantis.
The Mother Nest.
All… in the same situation.
"Loki didn't hold back at all…"
This wasn't a simple "conflict."
It was constant pressure.
Calculated.
Directed.
My focus shifted again.
The tribes.
Hundreds of them.
Moving.
Not in an organized way… but desperately.
Carrying what they could.
Leaving behind what they couldn't.
There was no time for everything.
No room for mistakes.
I could see entire families moving without stopping. Warriors guarding the flanks while others carried resources. Some… simply abandoning everything just to survive.
"That's unfortunate…"
But it made sense.
No one wanted to be trapped between the abominations and the rulers of the plane.
They could only blame themselves for being too close to the conflict.
In the end…
They were just unlucky.
Then I noticed something interesting.
Their directions.
"Dungeons…"
One after another.
The tribes were heading toward them.
A faint smile appeared on my face.
"Makes sense."
Ironic… but logical.
Dungeons, places designed for constant combat… had become refuges.
Inside them, danger was controllable.
Predictable.
The monsters could be eliminated.
The environment… dominated.
Unlike the outside, where abominations were chaotic, unpredictable… endless.
"That was a good decision…"
Preventing abominations from entering the dungeons of the main plane.
If that hadn't been restricted…
This would be far worse.
Much worse.
I shifted my perception again.
Dalaran.
And there… the situation was completely different.
Movement.
Intense.
Constant.
Streams of individuals entering and leaving without rest.
There was no panic.
There was… ambition.
"Interesting…"
The portals were active continuously.
Organized groups.
Complete teams.
Entire tribes… preparing.
Not to flee.
To attack.
"Conquests have increased…"
And not by coincidence.
Those far from the besieged cities… were taking advantage of the situation.
If the main plane became unstable…
Then the best option was to grow stronger.
Fast.
Without depending on anyone.
Without waiting.
I saw lines forming in front of the portal hall.
Weapons.
Armor.
Consumables.
Everything ready.
There was no hesitation in their movements.
Only determination.
"They want power…"
Not to defend themselves.
But to position themselves better.
The conflict… wasn't weakening the world.
It was accelerating it.
My gaze softened slightly.
"You're doing well, my friend."
I didn't know exactly what Loki was planning.
He didn't tell me.
And I… didn't ask.
He only mentioned that he would create "small conflicts."
I let out a soft sigh.
"Your definition of small is definitely different from mine."
Even so…
I understood.
Loki had been contained for too long.
Too long… in silence.
This…
Was inevitable.
"At least… this will calm him down a bit."
But the problem…
Wasn't Loki.
It was her.
I slowly opened my eyes.
"Elena…"
The contrast was absolute.
If Loki represented chaos…
She was the opposite.
Order.
Balance.
Harmony.
And now…
All of that was being disrupted.
"She won't be happy…"
And rightfully so.
I closed my eyes once more.
I searched for her presence in the main plane.
Nothing.
No trace.
"As expected…"
That left only one option.
Her domain.
The Celestial Realm.
A faint smile appeared on my face.
"So you're already there…"
Makes sense.
Now that we have more energy…
We were finally able to create it.
Although…
More than creating it…
She was shaping it.
Preparing it.
Thinking ahead.
"Always so meticulous…"
She was probably already designing everything for her faction.
Conditions.
Structure.
Balance.
Everything.
I opened my eyes.
My vision returned to the office.
Everything remained the same.
Silent.
Unchanging.
I stood up slowly.
I adjusted my clothes out of habit, even though I didn't need to.
"I suppose there's no other choice…"
If I wanted this to work…
I had to talk to her.
Convince her.
Or at least…
Prevent her from opposing it directly.
Origin energy began to gather around me.
It flowed naturally.
The space in front of me distorted.
It opened.
A portal.
But this one…
Was different.
From the other side…
A soft energy began to seep through.
Light.
Pure.
Serene.
Sacred energy.
The contrast with the main plane was immediate.
Even the air felt… lighter.
I smiled faintly.
"Well… looks like you've already started transforming it…"
Without hesitation, I stepped forward.
Before crossing, I paused briefly.
"I hope I can convince you… my friend."
And without another word…
I stepped through.
The portal engulfed me.
And the world changed.