The golden feel of mana curled around them, slow and weightless like the universe had stopped breathing just to listen. Pyris kept walking beside the goddess's projection, his steps careful but steady, every word she spoke chiseling itself deeper into his mind.
"For instance," the Goddess continued as they walked across the mirrored ocean of mana, "imagine a god at their peak. Let's say they unleashed everything—all their power. They might be able to wipe out a mortal realm, erase it like ink spilled over a scroll."
Pyris nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of her words.
"But an Endless?" she went on, her tone almost teasing now. "An Endless could do that millions of times over. Not because they try harder. But because they are more. More than reason. More than balance. More than creation."
