The Rift Sky Bleeds Open
The moment Darius shattered the Law of Silence, the skies didn't just split—they opened. Ribbons of unreality peeled back, revealing something far older than the stars: the Conceptual Plane.
From within, they descended.
Not angels. Not demons. Not gods.
Nameless.
Formless.
Entities woven from raw ideas—abstractions without identity. They had no face, no voice, no soul—only purpose. And that purpose was annihilation.
They had no allegiance to Origin.
They were Origin's immune system.
And Darius… was a virus.
Dominion Under Siege
The Citadel trembled. Entire cities blinked out of existence, erased not by force but unmaking. Statues melted into sand. Language fell apart in books. Names written into history became gibberish.
Nyx stood atop the obsidian walls, dual blades drawn. Her armor shimmered with voidsteel—unstable, just like the world around her.
