"So meaning?"
Mikhailis did not look away from the thing.
"It is absolutely dangerous."
"That is not a useful level of detail."
"It is the correct emotional summary."
The dragon's head turned.
And the room accepted a new ruler.
The change did not happen like walls moving. It did not feel like a trap snapping shut.
It felt worse.
It felt like reality looked at the Leviathan and decided, yes, that one makes the rules now.
Treasure shifted first.
Not by collapse. By obedience.
Coin mounds slid into long shining ridges. Broken architecture rose where it had not been. Ceremonial cloth lifted without wind and hung in veils. Corridors formed out of relic heaps and carved stone. Open ground narrowed. Light bent wrong. Distance became suspicious.
Rhaen stopped herself from swearing only because the chamber had already become too strange for one curse to matter.
"What are these!?"
