The First Storm of Eidion

He sat upright.

A pressure was building.

Selene, already up, stood at the edge of the cliff. She wore a white robe conjured from the ambient magic, her silver hair glistening under the stars.

"You feel it too," she said without turning.

"Yes," Valerian replied. "Something's coming."

Not from outside this world.

From within it.

The moment he chose "New Construct," he had granted Eidion autonomy. Freedom from the prewritten code. But that freedom had a price.

For every god born… a devil would follow.

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A low rumble cracked across the horizon. The birds scattered.

Valerian focused his vision.

Far beyond the hills, the sky turned red.

Not a sunset.

A fissure.