Kael stood at the center of the gathering, the ancient space around him pulsing with the weight of countless forgotten eras. The Elder Gods did not need thrones or grand halls. They simply existed, their forms shifting between starlight and shadow, gathered in a pocket of reality that existed outside the normal flow of things. The air hummed with old power, thick and heavy like the moment before a storm breaks.
"We have waited long enough," Kael said, his voice rolling through the space like distant thunder. "The boy grows stronger by the day. The father's influence is spreading. If we do not act, the balance we have guarded for eons will shatter completely."
A ripple passed through the assembled beings. The female voice, sharp as fractured crystal, spoke next. "The opposition is rising too quickly. The child's harmony with the multiverse… it echoes his grandfather's. Raphael was a wall we could work around. This one feels different. More volatile."
