Within the Supreme Council hall of the Transdimensional Creator Alliance, the consciousness projections of twelve Creators formed a perfect circle, each radiating a different conceptual glow. The council had been in session for three conceptual cycles, and the debate had grown fiercer than ever before.
"Enough!" The voice of Alice, the Second Creator, cracked like thunder, silver-blue flames of creation dancing violently around her. "How much longer are we going to discuss this? Has a single outsider really made us this timid?"
Her gaze swept over every colleague present, fury burning in her eyes. "The Alliance has ruled Superdimensional Space for countless ages. Are we supposed to change our principles because of someone who only just appeared? If we cannot uphold our absolute authority, what is the point of the Alliance's existence?"
Loki, the Eleventh Creator, shook his head, a green radiance of wisdom flowing slowly around him. "Alice, anger has clouded your judgment. True wisdom lies in recognizing reality. Judging by the intelligence Aristostes sent back, Lin Ye's power is beyond anything we can handle. Rather than fight a war we have no hope of winning, we should explore the possibility of cooperation."
"Cooperation?" Rena, the Sixth Creator, spoke with a sneer, purple destruction energy condensing into the shape of a sword in her hand. "You want the Alliance's three thousand years of authority to bow before an outsider? Loki, your cowardice disappoints me."
"This isn't cowardice. It's rational analysis," Loki insisted. "Forcing a confrontation with someone we cannot defeat would be the real folly."
The atmosphere in the council hall grew increasingly tense, and the powers of several Creators began to resonate dangerously.
Carl, the Fifth Creator, tried to ease the tension. "Everyone, we should analyze this calmly. Even if Lin Ye is powerful as an individual, he