The booming, harmonic frequency of the twelve Archons vibrated through the bedrock of the Fringes, an absolute, irrefutable mandate delivered by the universe itself. The colossal guardians remained perfectly still, kneeling upon the shattered obsidian dais, their massive heads bowed in unwavering submission. They were not asking a question; they were formally initiating a cosmic protocol that had laid dormant for tens of millennia.
The Sovereign of the Stars had returned. The celestial hierarchy demanded its apex predator back on the throne.
