As the pocket dimension pulsed with newfound equilibrium, Jesus stood silent, his expression unreadable.
Judas and Samael watched him intently, the fate of all creation hanging on his next words.
When Jesus finally spoke, his voice was soft but carried the weight of divine authority.
"You speak of balance, Samael," he said, his eyes meeting the Angel of Death's cosmic gaze. "But true balance isn't static.
It's dynamic, ever-changing, always seeking greater harmony."
Jesus raised his hand, and the pocket dimension responded.
The balanced reality Samael had revealed began to shift once more, but not towards chaos or rigid order.
Instead, it flowed like a river, adapting and changing with every moment.
"Behold," Jesus continued, his voice gaining strength, "the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field.