The empire's sky had shattered completely.
Massive cracks stretched across the heavens like wounds carved directly into reality itself, glowing with unstable spiritual light that pulsed erratically through the darkness above the capital. The once-majestic celestial barrier protecting the imperial city no longer resembled a defensive formation. It looked like a dying world struggling to hold itself together.
Golden suppression formations descended endlessly from the fractured heavens, each layered array rotating with terrifying precision as ancient runes poured divine authority downward upon the collapsing realm. Vast chains forged from higher-world law stretched across the sky like the judgment of forgotten gods, sealing sections of distorted space before they could collapse entirely.
Below them, silver restraining chains erupted through the battlefield continuously.
