Loki watched his colleagues grow increasingly radical, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. But his voice could no longer change the overall situation. "I hope this decision will not bring consequences we cannot bear."
Space-time at the edge of the multiverse shook violently once more, but this time, the scale far surpassed anything before. Three enormous rifts tore open in the void at once, each radiating a different conceptual glow.
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.
Alarms rang incessantly through the monitoring hall of the Concept God Council, and all five supreme beings felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
"This pressure..." Gamma's voice carried shock. "It's more than ten times stronger than Aristostes."
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 a suit of 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 glimmering with calculation and analysis. Every movement he made was precise and powerful, like the perfect execution of a plan simulated countless times.
Marcus appeared from the second rift—the Seventh Creator and the absolute authority on spatial blockade technology. Twisted fragments of space surrounded him, each one the remnant of a cosmic expanse he had conquered. The fragments slowly revolved, forming a complex geometric pattern ready to trap any enemy within.
Marcus was taciturn, and even his expression rarely