In the celestial halls of the Heavenly Palace, where no time flows and no shadows fall, an eternal entity presides over the fate of humanity. This being, neither man nor woman, neither merciful nor cruel, sits upon the Throne of Judgment-watching, listening. Prayers from the mortal world rise like whispers through the void, each voice pleading for salvation, vengeance, or miracles beyond comprehension. At their side stands Sistent, an angelic guide who delivers these human desires, never swaying, never questioning. A choice must always be made: Grant the wish, or deny it. But no decision is without consequence. A dying father's plea for his daughter's life... A warlord's desperate prayer for victory... A victim's silent cry for divine justice... Each choice reshapes history, sending ripples through time that no god can foresee. A single word-yes or no-can create an age of prosperity or cast the world into ruin. Yet, as the weight of eternity bears down, one question remains: Do the hands of a god truly shape fate, or are they merely its instrument?