At the instant the Four Phases Divine coalesced, the sprawling gray-white world as vast as the Exotic Region suddenly pulsed with a heartbeat-like rhythm.
The Dark Realm, decaying for millennia, seemed to be injected with a potent stimulant; beneath pale rock layers, a viscous black tide akin to tar surged forth—an entire plane convulsing in resurrection amidst the shockwaves of divine birth.
"Hmm?"
Four Phases opened his dark golden eyes, suffused with Divinity, and a fleeting anomaly surfaced within the otherwise placid gaze.
In that brief moment, he sensed something amiss.
Power within his Divine Country was inexplicably draining away.
The pristine foundation of his Divine Country had somehow developed fissures, as though some entity was siphoning strength through a tether linked to his Divine Position—like termites hollowing out a dam.
