There was no floor.
No sky. No light. No sense of direction or dimension.
Just silence—pure, crushing silence.
Then, within that abyss… a heartbeat pulsed.
Thump.
The only thing that still existed was Iden.
And before him floated the dying core of the Dungeon Tower—a crystallized fracture of the System's primordial code, shimmering with chaotic runes and ancient commands.
It spoke without words.
Not as a message. Not as a voice.
As a rule.
[You have consumed a Core Fragment of Origin.][This fragment predates the World Shaping Epoch.][System Authority Expansion granted.]
[New Title Acquired: Anchor of Dominion]
You now possess tethered control over your bounded domain.Environmental control, time-rate modulation, and systemic overrides are now partially unlocked within your claimed territory.
[Domain Integration: Sanctum]All active structures and summoned entities now feed directly into your core.Your authority is no longer digital—it is existential.The World recognizes you as a living anchor-point.You are now part of the rules.
Iden exhaled slowly, feeling the change.
He was still Iden—but now, his will was law within Sanctum.
Every summon. Every thread of mana. Every square foot of defended territory—they no longer answered to the System's logic alone.
They answered to him.
But then—his eyes snapped open.
"Where's the team?"
He looked around the endless white void as the last sparks of the boss's Nullspace collapsed. There were no screams. No sounds. No debris.
Only…
A flicker.
Twelve of them, spread like afterimages across infinite reflections, barely stable.
Kael was suspended upside-down in a kinetic echo loop, eyes shut. Rael drifted unconscious in a bubble of reversed mana flow. Nyra's dagger was mid-throw—frozen in paradox.
All of them were alive. Barely.But their souls were being parsed by the void.
[Warning: Nullspace Memory Extraction in Progress – 20% Complete]
"No."
Iden lifted his hand—and the world obeyed.
[Mythic Authority: Dominion Override – Chain Reversion]
Bind all allies by their original timeline tether.Extract and rewrite surroundings to reflect stable world anchors.Deny foreign parsing.
Reality cracked—and Sanctum's essence bled through.
The mountain. The towers. The summoned legions. The mana wells.Everything he had built—his command, his faith, his home—exploded outward as a golden shockwave.
And with it, the void cracked like glass.
[Nullspace Collapse – Overridden by Anchor Protocol]
World rules are being rewritten.Iden is forcing reality to recognize a new baseline.
One by one, the team was drawn back.
Kael gasped and slammed into reality, coughing.Rael clutched her chest, then blinked at Iden like seeing a ghost.Nyra landed on her knees, dagger now buried in the stone.
None of them said a word for several seconds.
Then Kael looked around. "Wha… how did you do this?"
Iden stood tall.
"I didn't do anything," he said calmly. "I rewrote what should have happened."
The rest of Sanctum's elite were waiting outside the Tower's perimeter.The moment the team emerged from the crumbling gate, cheers erupted.Arlen saluted. The twins who managed the tech grid collapsed in exhausted relief. Engineers scrambled to stabilize the readings pouring in from across the region.
But above all, the System chimed once more:
[You have absorbed a Core Fragment of Origin.][You are now eligible for constructing a new Throneworld.][A world governed not by old laws, but by yours.]
Summon Capacity: 1,376,256Next Expansion at Level 52: 2,752,512
Iden glanced skyward, quiet.
He didn't say anything.
But the sky… shimmered.