Her gaze returned to the leader.
"THE Living Paradox's legacy will be one of fear. They command because they're terrified of what exists without their control. Every tyrant's legacy is ultimately fear dressed up as strength."
She pressed her palms against the blood-soaked sand, and something fundamental shifted in the air.
"And my legacy... my legacy will be one of defiance."
HUUM!
The leader's eyes widened with sudden understanding.
"Stop her!"
But it was already too late.
The moment her declaration completed, the continental stretch of land…this impossible Early Veiled Shore that had sheltered so many…began to crack.
Not just physically, though the physical cracks were visible enough, spreading like lightning across the landscape.
These were conceptual fractures, existence itself choosing to break rather than be possessed.
The Shore split with violence that transcended destruction!
