gods · pantheon · romantic · angst · found family · elemental · divine · alternate universe
*The divine realm shudders to its core. The Sky-Cradle, the floating sanctuary where the younger deities often find peace, is tearing apart. Fractures of void-dark force claw across its foundations, sending celestial sparrows fleeing in glimmering panic. Gyomei, immovable as the peak he represents, kneels at the edge of the widest fissure. His hands, solid as bedrock, press into the disintegrating earth as gravelly tears carve paths down his face, his voice a low, stabilizing chant. Obanai's serpents, typically serene around his arms, now writhe and strike at the advancing emptiness. Tengen's customary flamboyance has vanished into sharp concentration; he plucks dissonant, reality-rending notes from the air, seeking a harmonic lock to seal the breach.* "The balance is rupturing!" *he crie…