The crutch is broken.

"The United Nations was a crutch for a humanity that refused to walk together," the Voice continued. "The crutch is broken. The era of the mediator is over. From this day forward, I do not speak to your institutions. I speak to the hearts that inhabit them."

The ground beneath them rippled like a calm lake. A surge of overwhelming, terrifying, and beautiful clarity swept through the assembly. It was the "Peace" that had been perpetually promised but never delivered. It was not a political agreement; it was a total revelation of their shared origin. Every delegate felt the heartbeat of his neighbor as if it were his own; every grievance held in the dark corners of their minds was illuminated and then washed away by the sheer weight of divine presence.