The game of the god [BL]

The stillness of the room in which the gods observed was broken by a different presence. The air became dense, as if space itself feared the arrival of the being that crossed the dimension. From the shadows, a new god appeared, imposing, but with a calm that contrasted with the restlessness of the god of the dimension. He was the first god, the father of the two who were already there.

His figure was majestic, but his gaze reflected an ancestral wisdom, much older than that of his children. He was not a god of the mysteries of the dimension or of the roots of the tree. He was the primordial god, the one who had observed the mortal world in all its complexity. His eyes were deep, like infinite abysses, and when he landed on the scene that his children were watching, a flash of understanding crossed his face.

"What's wrong with you there, my son?" he asked with a voice that rumbled in the void of his kingdom.

The god of dimension, still absorbed by the image of the hunter, did not respond immediately. The weight of his father's gaze made him feel uncomfortable, but he could not take his eyes off the young human. The fascination grew, and he himself did not understand what attracted him so much. The hunter had fought fiercely, something primitive and pure that intoxicated him, but there was also something else... something that was slowly woven in his chest.

The god of the tree, who already knew the complications of human (and divine) emotions, sighed when he saw the obvious. There was no need to say anything else. The love that his brother felt for the hunter was clear, and he did not judge him. I knew that feelings could not be controlled, not even by beings as powerful as them.

But the first god, the father of both, watched in silence. He knew what his youngest son was feeling, because he had experienced the same thing once, towards the mother of both, in the days when the mortal world was still young. The feeling of immediate desire, that deep longing that drags them, something that cannot be stopped or fully understood in the moment.

"Ah..." he murmured, as if he completely understood what was happening.

The god of dimension did not answer, but his gaze hesitated, as if he was finally realizing that it was not only curiosity that kept him focused on the hunter, but in the end he still did not realize that that feeling was something beyond what he really knew.

The god of the tree without ceasing to observe his brother, knowing that, although the young hunter fascinated him, he still could not fully understand the depth of his own feelings. It wasn't just a game, and yet, I was still in the early stages of understanding what I really felt.

"It's not as simple as you think, brother," he said in a calm tone, simply pointing out the complexity of the situation.

The god of the dimension did not answer. His mind was trapped in the hunter's thoughts, in the image of Lyon facing the beasts, his determination, his contained rage. That young human was marking something in his immortal soul, something he didn't understand but couldn't ignore.

Meanwhile, in the world of mortals, Lyon kept looking at the state window that had appeared before his eyes. The first thing he saw was the increase in his capabilities, something he had already noticed in his fight. His reflexes, his strength, his resistance, everything seemed to be far beyond what it had been before. His every move was now more precise, more focused.

He did not fully understand how this system that appeared before him worked, much less how he had begun to obtain those mysterious abilities. But he didn't have time to wonder about it. The beasts were still around, and their priority was still one: to protect his family.

"State window," he whispers, to himself.

[Lyon State Window Artemis]

Name: Lyon Artemis

Class: Hunter

Race: Human

Level: 8

Skills:

Two-Handed Sword (Level 4) Defense (Level 3) Statistics: Strength: 10 Agility: 12 Resistance: 12 Intelligence: 11

Suddenly, he heard his sister's scream and her name was stamped in his mind. His heart beat faster, and without thinking about it, he began to run to the place where he had heard his scream. But as I advanced, something strange happened: there were no more doors opening, like at the beginning. The creatures that attacked did not seem to come from new dimensions; they were the same beasts that had emerged with the opening of the first door.

That confused him even more. Why hadn't they finished with all the beasts yet or did they escape some? The doors were already closed, that was what the system had indicated. But there was no time to look for answers now.

He kept running to the makeshift shelter that the military had organized, his mind focused solely on reaching his family. The power he had awakened within him seemed to be just a distant echo in front of his only goal: to save those he loved.

From above, the first god watched in silence. He had given space for his son to reflect on the feelings of the youngest, but he could not help but recognize that something was changing. His youngest son, the god of dimension, had touched a corner of his being that he had only known in his youth days, when he had met the mortal who had been his wife.

The father of the gods understood the seriousness of the situation. His youngest son still didn't know what to do with what he felt, but he knew that, somehow, Lyon had touched his soul. Like when one sees the first spark of love: unexpected, but unstoppable.

He didn't say anything else. He was watching. Mortals, their children, their feelings... everything was part of the eternal cycle, and this phase of their existence, like so many others, would pass like a cloud in the rain.

But even the gods could not prevent some things from changing. And for the moment, the god of dimension, who had been so sure of himself during this time, now had to face a dilemma much more human than divine.

His fascination with Lyon would only grow.