He Who seated as the most High

He does not descend.

Existence ascends.

Worlds that once danced in chaos, spun freely through galaxies, or drifted in forgotten voids—stop.

Not in force, but in reverence.

And they kneel.

Planets bow, stars dim their blaze, entire dimensions collapse into the form of humanoid shapes, their essence folding into knees and heads lowered.

They tremble—not from threat, but from memory of the voice that once said "Let it be."

And now that voice speaks again.

"I call what I have made… to judgment."

His words ripple across all planes.

But not all hear them.

In this meeting, only the consciousness of planets, galaxies, and realms attend.

Gods and demons do not qualify.

They go about their grand ambitions and endless disputes, oblivious to the fact that Ginen—and every plane they call home—is being judged.

They do not know.

They are not even allowed to know.

For this meeting is older than them.

More final than them.

It is a reckoning that can erase their existence without notice—without memory.

And still… it continues.

The Voice That Precedes All Law

"Why have you interfered," the Voice intones,

"In matters that predate even the light?"

"Why did you stir power meant only for the First and the Last?

Why awaken what was sealed before stars had names

Ginen's Answer

Ginen answered with his head as low as can be.

"My creator, a mortal touched by all those who walk on my back and who called themselves gods.

Yet he lived among the unfortunate. He slept with orphans and spoke with the old as if he was their child.

Some called him king, others called him warlord.

He earned fear from enemies and respect from allies.

I wanted to see what he would become… if he could see a glimpse of Your voice."

And as Ginen spoke, the other planets and galaxies stirred, demanding justice for Ginen's interference—because now, the beings on their backs were looking for ways to trigger the same thing.

To awaken.

To ascend.

To walk between what was never meant to be crossed.

The Creator of All Creation, the One whose voice birthed time and space, looked upon the threads…

He saw how Zion and all the chosen were pulled into Ginen.

He saw Ayola lose control over the power of the Crossroad.

He found Ginen innocent.

"It was an accident," the voice said—not in wrath, but in truth.

"Because of Ayola… who opened a door too wide."

"I will not undo what has been done," He declared.

"For I, too, shall watch…

to see if this universe,

and this mortal,

can connect the bridge between universes."