For a single, agonizing second, the universe seemed to pause.
Then the conceptual pillar of reality shattered completely.
"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!"
The destruction of the Stairway to the Heavens did not just create a physical shockwave in the vacuum of space. It created a metaphysical earthquake that rippled through the very fabric of existence. Every single entity that relied on the cosmic balance felt the exact moment the cord was cut.
Far beyond the borders of the known galaxies, existing in a dimension composed entirely of glowing threads, the Loom of Destiny began to violently unravel.
Vael, the Ancient Weaver of Fates, sat upon her spinning throne. She was a primordial entity older than the Pantheon itself. She possessed six arms, three eyes, and a mind that processed the past, present, and future simultaneously. Her job was to observe the golden threads connecting the God Realm to the Mortal Realm, ensuring the law of destiny remained perfectly woven.
