Loki watched his colleagues grow increasingly radical, a sense of foreboding rising within him. But his voice could no longer change the overall situation. "I hope this decision won't bring consequences we can't bear."
Spacetime at the edge of the multiverse shook violently once more, but this time, the scale far surpassed anything before it. Three enormous rifts tore open in the Void at once, each radiating a different kind of conceptual light.
The red light of war, the blue power of space, and the golden majesty of thunder descended simultaneously. The entire multiverse trembled beneath this overwhelming pressure.
The alarms in the Conceptual Deity Council's monitoring hall blared without pause, and all five supreme beings felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
"This pressure..." Gamma's voice carried deep shock. "It's more than ten times stronger than Aristothos."
Delta, the God of Wisdom, rapidly analyzed the data. "Three powerful creators have descended at once, and their powers complement one another perfectly, forming some kind of battle formation."
Victor emerged from the first rift, the Fourth Creator and the Alliance's greatest expert in Concept War. He wore armor formed from pure concepts, every plate recording a victorious war. Red light flowed across its surface—the essence of war condensed from the smoke of countless battlefields.
Victor's face was cold and rational, his eyes gleaming with calculation and analysis. Every movement he made was precise and powerful, like the flawless execution of a plan refined through countless simulations.
Marcus emerged from the second rift, the Seventh Creator and the absolute authority on spatial sealing technology. Twisted fragments of space surrounded him, each one a remnant of a cosmic region he had conquered. These fragments rotated slowly, forming a complex geometric pattern, ready at any moment to trap an enemy within it.
Marcus was taciturn,