The fall of the central spire left the Constellation of Arcana in a state of unspooling scrap. As the golden fragments of the Master Grimoire vanished into a dull grey soot, the hovering obsidian towers lost their structural anchors, tilting into the rivers of emerald ink like rotting trees sliding into a swamp. There were no more laws to dictate the path of the stars, no more footnotes to restrict the momentum of the fleet; there was only a vast, disintegrating paper kingdom waiting to be swept into the dark.
The Void-Galleon drifted through the silent wreckage, its hull covered in a layer of fine, grey parchment ash that fell like winter snow from the deflating clouds.
[Synchronization: 84.0%]
[Level: 135]
[Condition: Grand Core Assimilation Complete]
[Status: Sovereign Anomaly]
