Something woke.
It did not stir within Orion's physical body, nor did it spark inside his personal spiritual core. The awakening originated from the fundamental architecture of the Authority itself—from the golden heart of *The King's Right*, reverberating through the vast, continental web stretching across the realm.
Billions of invisible connections trembled in unison. Every thread of golden light running through the skies ignited into a brilliant, celestial white fire. Every elite contract bond flared, and every dormant fragment of the Sovereign lineage across the lower worlds responded to the same primordial signal.
The chaotic battlefield fell instantly, eerily silent.
The jagged fracture spanning the heavens ceased its violent expansion. The multi-jointed, titan-sized hand emerging through the prison rift froze mid-motion, its pale skin twitching as the surrounding space locked into place. Beyond the void, even the hidden master paused.
*Interesting. Very interesting.*
