The battlefield had surpassed the limits of history.
Far above the shattered imperial capital, the Monarch Eradication Protocol trembled for the very first time since its activation.
The massive golden formation stretched across the heavens like a divine mechanism forged to judge existence itself. Endless execution symbols rotated through the fractured sky, illuminating the dying empire below with cold, merciless radiance. Yet now, something within that ancient higher-realm construct had begun to destabilize.
Golden symbols flickered.
Execution pathways recalculated endlessly.
The heavens themselves seemed uncertain.
Because something impossible now stood beneath the Protocol.
An existence that no longer fit within the ancient classifications governing sovereign law.
At the center of the battlefield, Aether slowly rose into the fractured sky.
