An age of humans, not Lords.
The void left by vanished religions would now be filled by the polytheism Michael had crafted alongside the continent's rulers. All that remained was to repair the barrier and anchor the new order firmly to the world.
From Michael's fingertips, streams of light flowed out, seeping into the barrier's cracks.
At that moment, the earth, air, and sky began to respond to his presence. The winds stilled, clouds ceased their motion, and all sounds vanished into silence.
Along the fractures of the barrier, symbols representing new gods began to form.
The first shape to appear was that of a benevolent elder holding a book and mirror—a constellation symbolizing the sun, formed entirely from glowing lines of light.
As Michael waved his hand, another constellation emerged: a masked goddess holding a crimson sword and scales. Intertwined with her form was a figure dressed as an executioner. Together, they symbolized judgment, revenge, and death.
