The deeper the Void-Galleon entered into the emerald nexus, the more the fabric of logic became an active enemy. The floating mountain-sized scrolls flanking the channel had begun to unroll themselves in sequence, their yellowed parchment fibers bristling with defensive runes that flickered like toxic sparks. The surrounding air felt less like gas and more like a fluid layer of ancient, distilled thoughts, a heavy sediment of calculations that pressed against the ship with an artificial, mechanical weight.
[Synchronization: 81.5%]
[Level: 132]
[Great Archive Deep Vault Pressure Detected!]
[Status: Sovereign Anomaly]
