While each of the nineteen pairs, one God and their chosen partner, waited in their isolated rooms, sealed away in an unknown location designed by the [Creators], the outside world was falling into disarray.
All across Earth, and even in the twenty-four other surviving worlds, chaos had begun to take hold.
It started subtly, with devices flickering on by themselves.
Smartphones, televisions, laptops, public displays, and even old, unused tech began broadcasting the same feed.
No one had turned them on. No one had activated anything.
They just… lit up.
Every screen, every panel, every projection showed the exact same image.
"What the fuck is happening, I didn't turn this on, why is it showing this, I'm scared…"
Voices filled the air.
Streets once filled with noise and normalcy now buzzed with unease.
Cafes, workplaces, apartments, everywhere people turned, the footage followed. It was inescapable.
