The world did not collapse in noise or chaos.
It unraveled with quiet inevitability.
The throne that once stood at the center of absolute certainty no longer existed as something whole. Its form fractured into dissolving fragments, vanishing before they could even strike the ground, as though reality itself had decided it no longer deserved to exist. The towering pillars that had defined the chamber followed, their perfect surfaces splitting into jagged lines that spread like cracks across glass, revealing the unstable void beneath.
Nothing remained stable.
Nothing remained certain.
And yet, at the center of it all—
Liora stood still.
She did not reach for the throne.
She did not reach for power.
She reached for Aetheris.
