Chapter 62: When Mama Speaks, Existence Falls Silent

There was no rumble, no storm, no divine explosion, nor dazzling call just a murmur, barely a breath, a sigh escaped from a forgotten dream. But this murmur twisted laws, it cracked the roots of existence, it made the threads of time shiver, slowed the dance of comets, and made the lower dimensions weep. Universe babies curled up in their dark matter cradles even the constellations frozen in eternity ceased to shine for a fraction of silence, because The Primordial Mother had risen, and she was disappointed.

The call needed no words; it needed not to be heard to be understood it was a multiversal summons, a cosmic certainty, an injunction woven into the very essence of those who have the power to exist by their name the great gods, the pillars of legends, felt this call one by one, they interrupted their reign. Zeus, from his immense Olympus, clenched lightning in his palms and descended the mountain without a word. Odin left Yggdrasil, its roots still clinging to his ankles, Huginn and Muninn silent on his shoulders. Ra closed his solar eye, casting a benevolent shadow on the golden sands. Amaterasu descended from the sky, covered in a veil of subdued light, her shame more radiant than her glow. The judges of the void, for their part, already knelt; they needed not wait for the speech they knew. And even the Scarlet Countess, born in the worst nightmares of mingled beauty and cruelty, had ceased to laugh. she had restyled her hair, black on black, so as not to offend. And in the center of it all, there were the lightning gods; they were there, aligned, present, silent.

Kael, the tactical shadow, had left his armor behind; he wore only the silence of a brother who knows. Diva, usually a flame in motion, was motionless for the first time in a thousand cycles; she trembled from not knowing how to run here. Destiny, eyes closed, held a double-locked book; no decree would be pronounced before the end of this speech. Saphira, tiny, hands clasped behind her back, looked at her feet; even her crown had receded a notch and Kaela, she shone softly; she had no weapon, she had no lightning; she was the celestial body of lightning and pink , the forger of reality and worlds, she did not speak, for every word she uttered forged a universe and that day, she refused to create any more she carried in her arms a fragment of a planet, a cooled star heart, a remnant of a world she had not finished because she was waiting for the end of this meeting and finally, she appeared The Primordial Mother. she did not materialize she needed not cross a veil she was simply there, everywhere and at the same time in every raised gaze there was neither blinding light, nor divine flame, nor thunderous entrance, only perfect void, a void so full that it cradled existence.

Her voice was soft, but it made entities tremble she carried no anger; she carried the echo of something even more powerful: a wound:"I am not angry…" she murmured. "but I am wounded." Every god, every figure present, looked up; none spoke; even their thoughts had fallen silent:"I offered you worlds, dreams, children and you allowed some to scorn me or my children." she pointed at no one; she did not accuse she stated, and in that statement, there was all the weight of shame on the entities of the multiverse:"I demand neither offerings nor temples i ask only that what i have dreamed not be insulted." The planets froze, the galaxies suspended their rotation one by one, the gods fell to their knees. Zeus, forehead against his palm, said softly: "forgive us, Mother of All." Odin, his voice knotted with ancient runes: —"You gave us more than time you gave us a heart." Amaterasu, light folded in on itself: —"We shone… thanks to your breath." The Scarlet Countess, though born without faith or master, knelt on a train of nothingness:"I was born of chaos, but you are the silence before it." Rose, one of the lightning gods, lowered her eyes and tore a tear from her own gaze she let it fall to the ground, and where it fell, an invisible flower grew it had no color, but it shone like pure intention. Kaela, for her part, did not move immediately she looked at The Primordial Mother for a long time, then at her own cosmic sword suspended at her hip she unhooked it, placed it on the ground. "i can melt continents and worlds. i can bend constellations, but I cannot bear for you to be humiliated i am your creation, but I will stand before you as your daughter." and then, the entire universe ceased to breathe. Saphira stepped forward, tiny, so gentle, and yet, in that moment, the most immense of all:"Mama, I'm sorry if I caused this." The Primordial Mother extended her hand she caressed her gently, as one caresses a thought. —"You are my child, born of the same being never a burden, never a fault." she finally rose, or rather, she decided that this scene must conclude her gaze embraced every throne, every presence every idea embodied in a divine form and she spoke one last time:"Let this not be repeated. i erase nothing but i never forget." and then she disappeared, not in a light, not in a door, not in a sound she withdrew like a warmth that one only realizes after it has faded and in her absence remained a gentle void a void that was not frightening, a void that reminded why one exists.

End of Chapter 62 – The Assembly of Gods and the Silence of the Multiverse