"What do you mean by 'One True Eternal Above'?"
Ricky's mandibles twitched slightly, his brow furrowing as the words left his mouth.
The couple before him had returned to their warm laughter, too caught up in their bubble of affection to notice the monster lurking within their child's gaze.
But Ricky's attention remained fixed. That name—that face—gnawed at something deep within him.
There was weight behind it. Something ancient. Something terrible.
And then—
With a flick of the infant's tiny wrist, reality shifted.
The warm, luxurious apartment was swept away like sand in a storm.
In its place: a blinding white void.
Everything was white. Floorless. Ceilingless. A space of pure light, stretching endlessly in all directions. A place where reality felt fragile, like glass waiting to shatter.
Ricky's compound eyes darted around, trying to make sense of it. His spiritual field pulsed in confusion.
When he looked down at himself, his confusion deepened.
