Seventy-two percent of Zephyr's total processing power was diverted downward.
Deep beneath the crust of Ashenveil, the Morreth Entity was pushing against the containment shell. It was not a physical assault. It was a conceptual probe, a relentless, churning pressure attempting to find the exact resonance frequency required to shatter divine iron. Zephyr matched the frequency shift instantly, reinforcing the structural geometry of the aetheric barrier.
Fifteen percent of his processing power was allocated westward, manually manifesting ten thousand Faith Points worth of grain every day to stabilize the four hundred rioting towns on the frontier.
Nine percent was distributed across the logistical network of the Imperium, calculating trade deficits, managing aether-refinery outputs, and adjusting atmospheric scrubbers.
That left exactly four percent of a Rank 9 deity's cognitive bandwidth to manage the terrified mortal standing before him.
