When Gods Turn Their Eyes Below

Arceus stirs, the thousand arms of its will stretching across the Hall of Origin. Rings of elemental plates drift around its radiant form as it gazes down through the shimmering floor to the world far below. Clouds swirl in slow orbits beneath, and echoes of distant voices, mortal and divine alike, rise from the currents of creation. A tremor pulses through the fabric of time-space, a ripple born of conflict among the creation-children, and somewhere in the mortal world a solitary human acts, their choices sending new fractures through the balance. Arceus’s eyes, golden and serene, narrow. The Hall’s stones vibrate with the weight of unspoken judgment. The world waits, holding its breath, as the Original One prepares to decide how it will answer the upheaval that threatens the cosmos.